the trail to sleep eludes
and mind treads the dusty path
of footsteps passing
through a rainstorm
of memories
arm in arm with
a softness of romance
where once a
future was nurtured
and matured into
the unforseen days
of a future passed
and now pass again
through shallows and puddles
of one mind\'s tangle
where no reasoning prevails
just shreds of a life
where loving, regret
and achievement fall into
a maelstom of
pillow headed confusion
above the abyss of sleep
waiting to capture all
which falls into
it\'s secret darkness