Late In The Night

Late in the night

There is no sleep

There is the ghosts

Of past mistakes

Of long gone guilt

 

Late in the night

There is no sleep

There are the questions

There ist the doubt

There is the self-loathing

 

Late in the night

There is no sleep

There is he wine

Rich red and fragrant and

So very unlike blood

 

On its visionary waves

I drift to distant shores

Cast adrift

On a shore

Bathed in Unfamiliar light

 

A beloved one on an island

An old friend fighting in a hospital

In the cherished city

Of coffee

And white horses

 

Two very different forms

Of absence

 

Late in the night

There is no sleep

There is

Just me