If I Am Seemingly Sleeping (By Mimi C Mata) Poem by Mimi Mata

Sometimes you wake,
And you find me there;
I am restless love...

The harshness of my world; binds,

And if I am seemingly sleeping,
In my wake,
Fighting nocturnal roots,
That never harvest a feather for a wing,
Or bear pulp to quench,

The parched hands of time...

Remember I am strangling a memory,
As I lay beneath the vulchers,

Praying a dark soldier,
Does not fight for my hand in death...

And I tell them all;
That I wish to live for the light,
That mourns close to me,

My restless love,
My restless love...
Whose feet bleed;

From searching in thorned distances,

To bring me light...
To bring me light.