Disfigurement embodies those objects I thought I knew
Shadows growing longer in the rapidly darkening hours
In a fit of exhaustion, I lie back and picture you
Black and grey become colour at the height of nocturnal powers
Majestic deliberance of subconscious thought
Of feelings suppressed during the light of day
To which my restlessness and anxiety are caught
And to nostalgic meanderings my consciousness strays
Reeling thoughts chasing all of my dreams away
Images like silent film reels become fused to my brain
Frustration overpowering but somehow I want to stay
So that in my senseless musings I hope to dream again
Gloom emerges as dusky shapes in the dappled light
And my mind goes on wandering as magic through the night