The Fourteenth Night

And Oh!  The world continues

To spin about it's merry way,

Mocking my sadness as if to say

That I am insignificant 

And that intangible thoughts and feelings are exactly that.

Yet each night I pray the same,

I play the same game in my head.

It quickly became my favourite script

That dreamed where you tell me everything I need to hear,

A far cry from reality, not dictated by mere logic.

Sometimes we come close

As though rehearsing in our sleep

And our subconcious minds

Defy the cruel world, if only for brief minutes.

Those precious seconds become an eternity, conciousness lost

As the mock the very laws of existence with  flagrant cliches

A flash of passionate flame

That makes the earth halt on its axis.

But we always recall towards the end,

Oh, how our bodies betrayed us!

Nasty little liars writhed in darkness

Betraying our sleeping minds who knew better,

Defenceless to slip the mask in to place

And upon waking we feign discombobulation and wait

For a world that only opens up

On that Fourteenth night.