sleepless

filaments of light drop
from stars crawling across
the ceiling of the night,
tangling into my hair
like your breath
while you sleep.
the music of shadows
plays across the moon
of your face as dreams
dance behind your eyes.
I am free of your self
consciousness to stare,
to memorize you.

The slow silence passes
in times habitual march.

I morn the nights quiet,
the slackening depth
of color a precursor for
the days glare