Vigil

Vigil You'd think it'd come with ease.. With the focus and counting of turns, The winds direction. And the way fading light just barely peaks over into the eye. That you would provide this aid, The ecstasy I so crave. For these blood shot illusions.. And not my heart. And that the straining of sight, Would be well deserved for ease. But, contradictions play.. That would serve no real purpose. As an alternative entices, Provided rushes and heat to the anatomy, Make it compulsive with a twist And turn it around to make it, Slightly awkward for me to use. That counting each full breath taken And each exhale released, Go hand at hand, In a numerical order. And if so to slip up, Do whats to be done, And keep with the process. You'll baffle me a little too, Throw ideas I wish I could have expressed, And make them show that sigh. The sigh of ones own turmoil Anger, hatred, Forgiveness for the evening. Have them question all the possibilities, And prevent it from escaping that thought. The one that holds me over so. The taste at the tip of the tongue. The one i will now ponder about. Become the jester to my reflection. You'll have shown so much, And these wishes for just that, The simple midnight bliss Be taken away. I'll beg of you, Til the fatigue takes over. As you have accomplished your task. Now let the sand man take over. And with that, A clash of darkness clouds the room. Sounds become a rhythm. Breathing partakes in the beat. The high is over. The heart can now sober. The reasoning's are put to a halt. Into another realm we ascend, Where the unending traveled thought, Can retire to their burdens, In another form.