the drops that let themselves go

last night i lay myself to sleep
in fear
of the dark
that imagination
painted--
the dark
that became my
straight jacket canvas
my steel caged cell
the bars, my head
could not abandon

tonight i rest my head
with trust
in the light
that drips through
my midnight ceiling--
the light
weightless paint drops
of white
and gold starry
abondonment

the drops
that let themselves go
from the dark
that imagination
painted