blind leap

Sleep escapes me.

When I am able
to capture
the elusive state
I find it to be
infected
by you.

Thoughts fail me.

They are a stampeding
herd
of hopes
and death
and love
and dreams
that pound
my reality
into a dust
under their hooves.

Love defies me.

It is a prize
too great to request
and too fleeting
to find
save for the tiny
toxic scraps
blown to me
on fickle winds.

Truth lies
and some may wonder
what can make
a man cry
from frustration,
confusion
and pain.

Fearlessness
turns to foolishness
before the leap
can be aborted
and the rocks
come rushing up
to me.

And all the while
the tide
simply rolls in
and out
until it carries away
the evidence
and
the debris.