TIRED EYES

my eyes close, as the curtain falls
upon my consciousness
like a play that has come to an end.
no longer, is the blackness of my tired mind
plagued and danced upon with fear
that licks the inside of my skull.

my body is painted with your love
your warmth
your memory.

and i rest my eyes tongiht with a new story
to be acted by the actors of my imagination.
i rest my eyes knowing
that i rest my eyes within you.

©Copyright 2003 Brittney Rand.