poetry

Sleepless

(a poem by Alice Cuenca)

Hazy dreams have no colors

still, it lingers on 
a moonless night.

what is the use of daylight?

when my eyes are blocked

with the thought of you...

I have envisioned water,

transparent and limpid.

I am a leaf on a pond 

where the sky is submerged

look down! 

against the clouds 

this leaf is flying

in a topsy-turvy world!

Although these words 

stretched like gossamer webs 

where distance appears

 meaningless, 

as much as I wanted,

seeing you now is not 

even an option.