Hearts Don't Sleep

The ant crawled furiously up his favourite tree.Birds scattered as they look for a sanctuary in which to bury their heads.Valleys moaned with a force that brought down the wall of trees that tried to sleep by engraved stones of mourned rest.Thus it was that night came.

Bulls of eccentric pleasure ran through the narrow streets of young minds, stampeding over vices left lame by the roadside.Entering into the depths of the city to which all roads point, there was a girl whose eyes were a ;ish ravine of flowing hopes and rustling anticipation.She was all black, save for the color of her skin.Her dimples were sheltered by gentle freckles.Her face was small and welcoming, it invited in the loneliest stranger to long and fruitful bouts of conversation.

More than thw wind that pushed through her fresh hair, she was pushed on by one image: her, blanketed by warm arms of one who knew her well, more than she knew herself.This is what she came out for.This is what she was looking for.But soon her veins were gripped by the pangs of disappointment, for she saw that no one wanted what she did.And as she saw her friends fall down the cenote of routine excess, breaking their necks with the whip of fake smiles, she grew tired of it all.There was nothing keeping her here, so she ventured out alone, seeking to find her very own night.

Over sick pavements she walked,
Painted yellow and green
By artists of poor stomachs
And circular vision.

The sea below her, crashed its bloodied head
Against rocks with black tusks
Not even the sea was tranquil,
Is serenity dead?

Clay waiters, labour to prepare
For the oncoming rush of early business hours.
Life is a full-time job,
Death blissful retirement.

The faint heat of an argument
Is instantly cooled off
By a frustrated wind
Which made her glistening legs weep for shelter.

Justice is blind,
Love is blind,
What is it that they don't want to see?
Or is it that there is nothing to see?

Fluffy clouds molested by
Lights of red fear
Conceal the adolescent moon,
But her heart could see through the clouds.

Sitting on a bewildered bench
Surrounded by the brilliance of nothingness
She pleaded that she be given
The life she desire, it's her consolation.

After sacrificing her innermost heart
To the kind moon, she kept on walking
Tired, weary, disillusioned,
Into nowhere.

The winds pushed the blinded clouds away
To reveal the singular brilliance
Of the evening star.
She had never noticed it, now she was in awe.

Her eyes now did the walking
She walked to where she could best see
The evening star, like waves follow the moon.
It felt like mythical serenity finally found her.

Her suddenly enlightened journey
Somehow led her to the small public gardens
Ando on one of the benches
Their sat a handsome, quiet young man.

As she walked closer to him
She looked up and the evening star
Gave her an all-knowing little wink
As if to say "you have arrived sweet one."

And she had for here was the moment
That set her on the path to...
Everything...
O yes it could happen.

It was as though the young moon
Had sent the evening star
To guide her
Towards her dream.