3 A.M. Ramblings Poem by Bryan Riley

At the eye of the storm there is no life,
save a sort of deathless silence
-it rages all around
The horizon is white and blue
That impassionate

sometimes

infuriating

she...

How many of us spend our days
chained to mediocrity?

A whisper of silence
-a whispered rush
-a feathered touch
-the whisper of traffic
in the still distance
Whispered voices
in the darkness
-hmmmm:
I love you

Strange majick
electric pulse
Neon: flashing
life, death, rebirth

Skirting the wastelands
-the dead time
Sickening white in the
pale of a candle's light
Silvered disc pulsates
with a borrowed fire

Stolen sequence
frozen kisses
Masterful cadence
shadow of self-
a fold in time

Here and gone.
Time to pray

Finally, silence

The beating of her heart-
my hand upon her breast.
The pulse at her throat
makes me want to drink...