Insomniacs Garden

As hours wane
between the fading moon,
This soul leaps
through the nether thorns
in a boundless frenzy,
Mind transfixed whereupon
what has,
And has yet
been undone.
These eyes sag
from the heady brew,
Bubbling forth from
subconscious Nocturn
a drink in honeyed lies,
Where she caresses the face
of an old man,
Trapped in the body
of a youthful sprite.
No rest to be found
or fruits of acceptance,
on the shores of Morpheus,
Who abandoned this
ransacked place eons ago,
Leaving only a headstone
to proclaim what if,
Watered upon ruby petals,
Even when granted a visage
there is no peace.
Tied down to the loft
of arrested awe,
Of a landscape of horrors
winters past,
whose frost clings to trees
To which no comfort
of the ecstasy of release.
Drifting and melting away
of the inevitable dawn,
Only to relive the nightmare
again
Always awakened within me.