A Float through Night Skies and Other Poems in Youth

A Float Through Night Skies

As I lay in bed and closed those drooping lids,

I drift between conscience,

Subconscious

Enveloping black surrounds my body

Like inky, viscous oil.

I daze, then drown through mental depths,

And arrive at subconscious.

As if, ethereal, my body floats,

Rise like souls to heaven,

Leaving the earthly plains,

And seeking the far beyond.

Through the ceiling,

Through the gable,

Like bullets did I soar

And above the home that I reside

I stared at the starry sky.

A running surge ran swiftly through me

Like that of bawling eyes,

The little, plastered specks of light

Could fill such life with living delight.

I was a stick, a branch

Or maybe a wandering leaf

As I was dragged through thick blue current,

Into a mindless journey.

I did not fight, nor rebel

This float through dark heaven,

I succumbed to this,

This nightly plain,

The beauty it prevails.

Deeper, and deeper

I float within,

Further, and further

I sink within.

The terraced houses

becoming miniscule,

The world:

separated inside a dream.

The speckled light began to gather,

Radiating visions and familiar sounds

An open tomb of fluorescent lather,

And shakes enigmas which knows

no bounds.

Voila! Collapsed like tumbling blocks

Into the white nothing,

Flashes of entropic reality

And the universe's insanity

Could be felt in a little inch.

The pain of a broken heart,

A love that would end in naught,

The sadness of losing,

The joy of relieving,

Anger and hatred,

Lay seeping through skies,

Content, Discontent,

Life, Death,

Fate, Fortune,

An emotional paradox,

A wondrous croak,

An accept of unorthodox,

Then – I awoke.