Dark Side of Daylight ...

Dewdrop pearls placidly descend ,
slip sliding down the windowpanes ,
surrendering traces to the fogged gravity
of the shadowy morn ...

Eyes slowly drawn open
upon vague sounds of dripping droplets ,
leaking as if tree tops perforated
the bulbous indistinct grey sky ...

Silence flows hesitantly down
from the corner of my eye
cheeks dampened ,
spilled droplets linger , formed
as if some hidden heart springs arose ...

Alchemistic emotional restlessness
flood the thread barren dull glow ,
fragile broken dreams ebb ,
purge these whispered tears' sighs ...

Hints of light lapse ,
memories taking flight ,
silenced in the night
by some dreamt vestiges
of this blurred tomorrowland ...

How loathed befallen burdens emerge ,
descry the spell of melancholy madness'
downward spiraling dross ,
replacing daybreak’s dawning light ...

© 11/14/2013 ... Harlon Rivers

The dark side of Déjà vu