Sad, Sleepy Clown

It is hurting

when I see you hurting…

when your gentle eyes

I see departing from you smile;

And when the sun morose 
is now departing,

when shone

so bright into the afternoon.

If I can not

go back in time

to make you smile,

can’t make the sun

come back to your street…

Then I am slightly lost,

as I have lost my entire purpose;

and I am lingering

from twilight into (yet) another one.

Now I could only put myself

(again) in trust of the wise Morpheus

and try to find a reason

in my dreams once more.