Restless

 April is National Poetry month. Here's my contribution:

Restless

Wrapped in the silent dark, layers of gray, slivers of streetlights, the restless dreams of greatness. 

In shadows lay desires, mindful of the consequence, change is a difficult beast. 

A hand reaches for her torso, and settles upon the dimple of her hip.

A squeeze confirms consciousness, a sigh affirms the impatience. 

There is no stillness. 

Restless minds.

Restless hearts.

Restless lives.

Darkness ebbs in the gray. 

Threads of light announce the dawn, another sleepless encounter passes. 

One more day to screw on a happy face.