Ink of My Soul

I lay delirious 
in the throes of nightmares twined
with precious dreams,
their fingers laced like tendrils
unable to tell which is real 
and which is just a figment
of my wanton eyes
painted upon my mind
with brushes dipped in longing 
and despair. 

Whispering hopes
into an hourglass
I watch them trickle with the sand,
drowning in time,
dragged beneath the surface
by the weight 
as days slide through the spout
to pile up on the other side.

Turning pages in slow motion
searching for the ones
with folded corners
that mark the parts engraved
with ink bled from my soul
to remind me who I am
when the sun no longer shines,
but the letters blur together
and it’s hard to recognize the words
that spell my name.

And the wind picks up the pieces
on its way out to sea,
taking parts of me
I didn’t realize I’d dropped
‘til they were gone.
And I tie a million knots
into a million filmy threads
to try to catch what I have lost
in a net made out of wishes
laced with tears, 
and the faintest hint of sunshine
starts to dance
like diamonds gently stitched
on spider silk.


 

november 2005
Janet Reid





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