Insomnia

This is where we leave the world behind…
In our dreams
The mad places that no one else sees in visceral colors
Like cherry blossoms during a thunderstorm
A contrast of violence and beauty
Birth and destruction
The place where our demons, dark and furious in their hunger
Beckon at our minds with tongues sharp and vicious
And those beautiful, stunning angels stand by
Calming the storm with terrible voices of power we wish of

This is where we welcome the dawn
With wide open arms and a promise of tomorrow
Tucked between a violet and pink sky
And through the day we wait with patient fervor
For the night
Glorious in its possibilities
Where the lights are turned down low
And no one, ourselves included
Can see the flaws and scars of years gone by
With memories so lucid they pinch your skin
To wake you up
When you weren’t dreaming to begin with

This is where we open our eyes.