my sanity steals away again

through silent homes and quiet streets


this soft collision of sadness and storms

roams in the passenger seat of a lonely car


as it passes through the stillness

types a message to me on the windowpane


and the dark sends visions

seeping through my sleep


my sanity steals away again

to the same street as always


where your eyes are just opening

at the caress of a late-hour crusade


and my ghost waits in the shadows

in a different kind of silence


waiting to grasp your hands

and lead you into even deeper darkness


because in the nighttime

all the rules go out the window.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 4/6/16

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