Awake

I
Closer to the transition with every breath
you know the timing is essential
excessive dramatism is condensing
with frozen silence grating on the ear.

A cascade of inconvenient questions
a lament died away and faded
there's no return, there is no crime
your trivial words are dripping into silence.

A half-green pill to kill the pain
kitchen drawers slammed shut
hours of prayers to the ceiling
like a jacquard patterned in herringbone of despair.

II
Can't cure me the sleep, can't cure me the night
The breaking day can't cure me either
Your words – like the wind, you thoughts – like a bird
That is fed with berries of a rowan

III
Fall asleep my Prince of Sunshine
It's dark and nothing bad can come
deep burgundy here on the floor
and on my lips, left wrist of mine
Intoxicating last inertia
is pulling veins bitten in two
Hemera will not wake the Prince
until he comes whom I await
dazzling with darkness of his wings
the collector of silent breaths.