An imperfect sestina
The house is completely still
and all around me is quiet.
I can feel the darkness
settle in and begin to cloud
around everything. Late at night
is when my mind awakens.
I can't seem to sit still
and I can't manage to quiet
my thoughts, let my mind cloud
over. I am always awake
when all turns to dark
and every single late night
My mind thinks many dark
thoughts causing me to wake
up always even more still.
All is remaining deathly quiet.
I feel my eyes go cloudy
and I dream of a knight
Floating down on a cloud
Into a large and quiet
wood, and all is still.
Creatures scurry around, wide awake,
casting many long, scary, dark
shadows. A winged horse belonging to my knight
Appears. His coat is dark
grey and nearly invisible in the night.
He stands nearby, very still,
his breathing is heavy but quiet
as he awaits our mount. Waking
seems so distant as we fly through the clouds.
The many large white clouds
leave dew in my hair and on the knight's
armour. The higher we go, the darker
it gets. The air is quiet.
Out in space, everything is still.
And suddenly, I am awake.
Back in my dark house, I awake alone.
All is still and quiet as before
and thoughts of the knight remain clouding my mind.
