As the giant enters the room,
sleepiness speeds away
and hides itself in the folds of night's dark hem.
Safely just beyond reach it watches and waits
for morning to unfold itself in pastel hues.
And stays away ... lurking in the shadows.
Satisfied with the effect of its entrance
the giant teases its prey with thoughts and images,
refusing to turn them into dreams.
The mind, awake to every sensory message,
watches the rhythmic tribal dance of the hours
as they turn themselves one into another.
Following the pattern that eternity has laid out before them,
they go round and round in endless circles.
And as the sleeper tosses and turns
it becomes part of their aimless ritual.
Sinking its teeth deep into the flesh of the human,
cramps begin to form in the muscles.
Not yet satisfied with its victory,
it spits its venom into the wide open eyes
causing serious burning sensations.
The giants head suddenly pulls up.
It sniffs the air, sensing Daylight's approach.
Saturated, it rises from the table,
knowing well that its good friend will soon finish what is left of the meal.
