Shut Eyes

The light comes through
like ocean waves
of blue and white
inside my closed eyes.

Sleep descends
as a smiling cloud.
I am enshrouded.
That just-now sleep,
that numb tingling
floating,
beautifully dumb.

It is what I live for.
For it to
sneak in,
unsuspected.
There’s that spark,
that wave,
that blue-white flash-sparkle,
flaming firework
inside my eyes.
My shut eyes.

A great heaving
sadness
to want,
to look forward
to
that blue-white bubble pop
firecracker
in shuteye
just now
asleep.

I hang suspended,
floating on the ceiling,
above it all,
everything
beneath me.

I see everything,
drink in the crystal
darkness,
loving the anonymity
of deep black
night.
I love the silence,
embrace the cold
fuzzed edges
of the apocalyptic
night.

The light comes through
like ocean waves
of blue and white
gathered electricity
crackling
beneath
the shut eyes
of a glorious
wanted
loneliness.