Late Night Musings

It is late now. I see faces, maybe via delirium. No, I embellish, I see a face. One face. It gets ever hazier. Such is my desire to see it, to have it close, it slips ever further from me. It is the face of someone I predict has a soul to swallow completely. A lady of the hours, a woman of one of a kind. Rubik swims at the side of me. He has secrets. He keeps them from me, maybe if I watch him enough I will see them all. Maybe he is singing too. He could even know about the woman. I feel a little cold. Music is playing though I know it is only in my imagination, dancing away, into the night. Bed is calling, why do I neglect her so? Even when she holds me she doesn't fill me with sleep. I have to battle, to shift, to swing and to emerge ever stronger, for some great war that lies ahead. I do not doubt it. We are all at once, ever together.

The woman, she is out there somewhere. She is worth my time, my words, my love, even if she only ever slips further from me. She is what I write for. She is why I breathe.