This and that

I slip into
Ocean of night
motionless
Like the flight
of time
Counting minutes
before eternity arrives
Marching swiftly
like a lieutenant
In his burnt brown boots
whistling away an instruction
to those born to men
Pointing a world outside-
my humble village of emotions
Pointing at a blinding
white light (of reason)

While i mumble
in sleep
Velvety memories
(of love)
and longing
untainted by wisdom
and caution
to an attentive moon
and his council of stars
Raving, relinquishing
stories of a distant past
By the riverside
A tide rises impatiently
to signal
between now and then
An eternity that has passed