Night Never

Hours before my bed is wet
With sheets soaking up my sweat
Darkness pulls two lids down tight
Against my life, against the light.
And nothing is the way it has been before.
A chorusconversation of Angels
Speakingsinging as the door Way opens.
I look about me and find that I
Am no longer broken. Hands that once
Held only justice unfair hold me close
And stroke my hair. A whisperinghush
Falls over them as I glance in their eyes
And see my reflection... I see no
Misdirection, no disguise, no more need for,
And no more lies. Armswings fold over
My shoulders, waist, back, and chest. Lips
Promise me freedoms and promise me rest,
Then I sleep without dreams
And night never comes.
Or so it seems.

2003