beginnings again

-- for you --

it is a night when slumber is sought
crowding pictures of you in ghastly films of thought
uneasy, in truth, that may be
for no doubt, it is you that speaks to me

your voice rings midnight's silence in my ear
dispelling gloom and sweaty afterthoughts of fear
and yet to come great waves of pensive loneliness
that swiftly shatter into haunting fragments of distress

but there,a laugh lurks boldly in my mind
quelling pangs of pain that surge from behind
such lame beginnings that sorely bother me
it is love that's simply wanting to be free