The Somnambulist

The Somnambulist
Push it all away so you don't have to feel it.
Falling asleep at the wheel of your life.
No one can shine brilliantly all the time.
We're exhausted from trying to penetrate your altitude.
Your amour is spectral and brittle like a dragonfly's wing.
Secretly wishing it all away.
Rubbing the lamp 'til it breaks into shards.
Staring at a starless sky.
We cant sew you up anymore.
Who now is the guardian of your

ghostly blank face dead time day the days go by.
A slow decay.
You're out there walking with your wings on backwards,
Needles in place.