Sleepless soul

The emptiness 

Of a quiet 

Insomniac night

Fixing

The ghostly whispers 

Fading down

Bouncing

Against the walls

Like a perfect waltz

Of bewilderment

The amplitude

Of a magestic loneliness

Spreading 

Its wings 

Like a promise

Of doubts

And of blessed

Freedom

Stuck

On sleepy

Loving eyes

Passion

The colourful blending
Of sinful pleasures
Projected
On the black screen
Of some
Severe ordeal
To come
A latent mind
Suspended
To a breath
Radiant
Ready
On the verge
Of a bursting out
Like a ripe
juicy
Pomegranate