Insomnia

brilliant blues and deep amber drifts
piled against the old stone walls;
how they bind us in the breaking day
and how they haunt us in the night.

ancient spaces held by far older gifts
drive the day to the ringing bell calls.
do you still remember that wild way
we mixed the lines of dark and light?

for time is a two faced sort of thing
burning bridges not yet built and yet,
building possibilities never to be known
like the most meaningful kiss goodbye.

how many stories their eyes could sing;
star fire notes falling till settling is set,
thousands of angels standing each alone,
but never so sad as to see our dreams die.

sometimes im lost when seeking advice,
tracing the lines of celestial forgiveness.
on prayerful knees I envy their powers;
wise immortals with no hearts to defend.

exacting the fullest measure of their price;
eternal council bought with nothing less
then facing three of the most terrifying hours;
lonely, empty, and burning before days end.