The eyes that slept,
That night,
Were the same,
That hadn't wept,
For a long time.
Behind those eyes,
Lived dreams,
Without hope.
Sordid and dark,
Fermented and stark-
As the black liquid pools
Of silent despair,
Flooded the lungs-
As the breath came out,
Fast and loud.
He held onto,
The woman,
Who lay asleep,
By him -
His only touch of life,
And reality,
Of the moment.
His eyes fluttered,
As his dreams crashed,
All about him.
As the man crumbled away-
The little boy in him,
Shouted out-
Crying for help,
Seeking some solace.
The girl, awake now,
Watched him,
Mesmerized-
Frozen in shock-
Yet at that moment,
She felt the full force,
Of her boundless love for him-
To protect and nurture,
The little boy in him,
That had grown up without wonder -
And now lay thrashing about,
Lost in his night-mare.
She reached out and held him,
Close -
His breath fanned all about her,
As he whimpered,
For his freedom,
From the death jaws.
She held him,
Cradling his head onto
Her bosom-
Till he calmed down,
And ceased to cry.
Placid he lay,
His face,
A poetry in repose.
She watched him,
As he slept-
Praying for his peace,
As she vowed to
Pick up all his broken pieces,
And let him live to dream again-
With hope - lost in wonder.
