The night is circling
like a hungry wolf
with a pack of greedy thoughts
attacking me,
her black face is coming closer,
her empty eyes staring…
heavy her breath, cold her embrace
I turn away, I’m waiting…
waiting for sleep…for his strong arms
to lift me onto his wings,
his sweet whisper to carry me
into the illusion of peace
where I can fall without thinking,
into the velvet mouth of forgetfulness
and quietly my mind will go
where the dragon of time cannot reach,
and I can fall into nothing… forever…



Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko 2007