Statice

I follow the copper shadows 
Of a moody night.
The night..yawns..wakeful
A blind stirring
Sleep flickers through dreams
Like the dip of a comet tail
When constellations define the ebon
Stars cavort a discotheque in the night screen..
A viburnum of words spill
Like gold roses in a statice bouquet
Time promises...an old promise
Time becomes a commandment of a forgotten future
When sorrow besieges..ruthless in its mystery
Fatal sometimes in its saga.
With viburnum of words, 
I ask sorrow to liberate me
Sorrow looks at me with affection 
And tells me, 'I love to devastate you'
My innocence begs to be liberated
From the shackles of boundaries..
My benchmark yells ' I never break'