Love Letters

The badlands of insomnia

I was wandering through

hunting for

the fossils of my sleep

pushing against

the heavy vapours of silence

- wafting from the dark night.

I thought of

your love letters

lying in the remote attic of my house -

a sigh stirred

in the forgotten abyss of my soul

memories frothed

in the hidden crevices of my heart...........

Suddenly!!

the billion words in your letters

streamed out in a broth of ink

and formed

the phantasm of our past

my breath gasped, expanded

knotted itself with the delicate threads of time..

- the threads broke

and, in a centuries-long moment

the phantasm

phantasm of our past

turned violent noisy somersaults

in the emptiness within me and beyond.....................

My eyelids now sag

with lumps of sleep

and I resign to the folds of

the dark night.