The Sandman
Sitting by the wall,
Clasping her knees to her chest,
Rocking back and forth slightly,
Tears streaming down her face.
People see her, come bend down and crouch beside her,
Ask her, "What's wrong?"
Doesn't speak, doesn't open her eyes.
Shakes her head, smiles faintly.
Removes one hand from her legs,
Reaches down to carress the thin, paper-bound volume beside her.
On the inside of her eyelids,
A man's face, gaunt, bone-white, with wild blue-black hair
And eyes like stars shining out of pools of black water.
So beautiful...
So beautiful...