Dreamless Nights - Poem by Leah Ayliffe
What once was my favourite time of day, the dark blanket of night,
has been ruined by the thoughts of you occupying my mind without warrant.
The traces of a kiss's mark, the right touch,
endless warmth coming from the skin next to mine
like a trail of footsteps where you hear the echo growing fainter as each day after passes.
I can't remember the last time I fell asleep comforted by the self-made movies of worlds I've created in my own head.
Not to accuse you as the source of such tragedy, however partial a factor you may play into its demise.
It's not that you meant to be mean, I recklessly left my sacred box unlocked, key to my darkest fantasies gleaming inside.
You just happened to sweep me off of my feet like you promised you would
bringing me down to the physical world,
a version of reality where I found myself smiling.
Who needs dreams when life is beautiful and good?
You see, I do.
I am not used to being here, bound to the ground.
I need pixie dust, Neverland, fairies and mermaids
in sparkling green lagoons.
I rely on other spheres, galaxies, spaces reflecting the same yet altered idea of the world you and I walk around.
To imagine is my only charm, only power,
the one thing I have to survive all that is real in your physical realm.
Somehow it's fallen into your hands,
I didn't mind for a little while..
Then you walked out of the hotel door and I was left with a white space in my mind which used to be painted and decorated with whatever pretty picture I needed to simply get by.
It's a strange hour sitting on the edge of my bed
waiting on dreams
'Cause you brought me down to a real world I could get down to in both your mind and body.
But like a mermaid lost out of sea, I cannot be.
My man, since you're no longer a glittering lure of distraction by my side,
a temporary cure to make life beautiful, easy and fun,
I need my well of wishes back.
I need new material to create bounds of other lands.
Sleepless nights without a muse to inspire
is such a sad core way to waste time.
My eyes are burning and my mind is yearning
for another world to fly away to and reside.
If you're as kind as you're body is warm
send me the key to my dreams.
I'll be waiting anxiously for your letter in the mail.
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