synapses | sonnet five posted by imani , Wednesday, June 8, 2011 at 7:06 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

your voice climb over the arches of
my thoughts like a stealthy vine of
flowers that carefully fastens
itself to my oblivion, languishing over

you, nowehere, neverwhere, i lie
motionless, with my dreams buried in
your merciless atoms, i could not
bring myself to ask for a release

since these chains and bounds keep
me from drifting away, the tether around
my soul tightens as it scours the

darkness for a pin of hope that
resembles morning after a storm
the wind spirals to blue clouds racing.