In the night,

in the darkest of my nights

I wait for slumber once again,

my hopeful escape from it all

I fade for that moment

and then there she sits

as she always sits

smiling at me once again

touching my face

shadows on shadows

tears upon tears

I reach out

my fingers pass through

her resonating light

I know her well.

My muse maybe?

my insanity?

*Jolts!!! *

Consciousness again!

Clenching of fists

Grinding of teeth

Oceans drain

The earth dries

My torture

The woman with the child in her eyes

~ ©Scott BeLew