Breathe a sigh

Breathe a sigh In silver moonlight Mists like smoke Roll from my mouth The Dragon sleeps Within me As I withhold plumes of fire As I cry Into the night Using no tears, I choke I can’t tell north from south The heart that weeps Again bleeds As I wrestle my desire A sudden sheen Of piercing green Scatters me to The Four Winds And again, I lose Myself to thinking Lose myself in games or drinking Until, world-weary With no answers I find myself again No better for wear, And tearing from me Questions roll No answers, glumly Stumbling, I seek to find Escape from me within my mind Who will tell me which way Can provide a better view? Every question adds another, No conclusions in the dew, At night, at morning, and in my dreams, I think, I feel, I rue And the one thing that I’m sure of, love, I can’t get over you. Mark Burton Monday, February 20, 2006, 1:05 A.M.