mental block

dutifully the night hides your ghost
behind a bed of wistful stars
i gaze and find no traces of your blood
as if you never existed
beyond the madness of my closed eyes

its a conspiracy, i know,
between you and the seven skies
this hide and seek and tale tell lies
i let them wade unnoticed
dspite these gray stains on my hand

i thought i was done breaking you
on a new poem's coarse lines
but still you stalk me, a willing prey
wanting none of these vague words
trying hard to make a rhyme

trying hard to make me rhyme.

ndg.12.20.2005.7.37.p.m.