Irises

The pitch and roll of the night time beat
A squeak and a sigh-
Punctuated by a clattering silence
Only your words break the barrier.
 
Keeping time by the pauses, the spaces
And the clues.
A move and a guess, this game of chess
One step forward and move your bishop to Knight 6.
 
Sought out in the strange
Untested rhythm of a night-born heart
I find my way
Fearless and fledgling, to the nesting of same.
 
Curious and comfortable, it’s really quite tempting
Place myself as a spectacle-
Parade myself to gluttony
Let’s hope it isn’t too gaudy.
 
Lost in a game, the only rules
To smile and dream-
Crumbling into the crescendo
The moon waxes and wanes to the pulse.
 
A dream and a sigh
And night wanes to day-
The pulse and the rhythm
And the check-mate