Clutter-Free Room

Tonight…

Heavy eyelids succumb to fluttering first,
Becoming rain showers of thought,
Meandering tributaries,
And finally,
A river to forge,
Footholds' beckon precarious words
Wanting only to afford pathway
To mind's quieter listening banks
.
Still…

Night remains
Respite for some,
A merciless river of time for others,
Its clock meandering downstream,
Allowing daylight numerals to jettison
While succumbing to night hours' cumulative weight
Submerging beneath one's pillow.

Here…

Where all,
Save one's sleep,
Converge like historic hunger
Upon flooding's compost of living,
Awaiting night's soul-captive war.

Enemies…

Bear threat against ether's healing attar,
One's eternal jasmine willing to forge the rapids of resistance.

Defenses…

Attempt the beguiling of persistent mongers.
Wanting rest of tenuous clinging above fathoms deep
Where storm soaked burial clothes
Clamor to surface.

On occasion…

Morning's all night persuasive resistance
Makes passage to the other side,
Disarms stubborn locks,
Opens lead-heavy eyes,
Discovers its home in the mind's Clutter-free room
Is destined to live through
More of tomorrow’s yesterday-lessons begging to be learned.