Cloudless insomnia
Bright as a dream
Awake yet still sleeping
Life's torn at the seams

The needle, the thread
The fabric of thought
The matrix is dead
The tailor is lost

The ashes were scattered
Firebird rose with no wings
Reborn from the fragments
Could it ever be whole again?

Patches of red
Red black and blue
A torn and tattered quilt
The only comfort for you

Insomniac seeker
Sweating and cold
Lies awake, lies awake
For the soul has been torn

July 2008