Nocturnal Invasion

Another sleepless night, just lying here,

mind wide open, thoughts tap-dancing

upon walls of reminiscence, 

flitting through avenues of forgotten dreams.

Tossing, turning, among faded reality

and borderline sanity.

Listening to sounds of yester years,

fears dancing wantonly on the banks

of recollections, wind chimes ping

of what would have, should have or

could have been, as the blanket of

insurrection blow through my soul,

a soul in unrest, an unsettled spirit

seeking refuge from past mistakes

contemplating future endeavors.

Whispers in the dark, voices spewing

illicit ideas, spitting venom of tangled

webs of lost love and inshrined desires

casted to iniquity.

Shadows in a darken room resonate

footprints stamped on an abandoned heart,

closed eyes, open desperation crossing into

paths of corrupted purity.

The city burns in pursuit of REM,

while nocturnal chaos serenades

unbridled  sanctity.

Another sleepless night, an initiation

to insanity, unraveling threads of empty

smiles, miles to go before reaching the

shores of revivial, myriad grains of sand

sifting its coarseness into what may have

been, reflecting profanity upon sweet repose.

Little girl lost in the woods, awaiting rescue

from damnation from another sleepless night.

Thus, it is, those nights I write of you!

Marjorie Joyce Leslie

06/11/09