Saturday, February 20, 2010

by the door

Sleep is a lover unseen
And you say it seems
You’ve forgotten our talks
Over cards and beer
You can’t seem to hear
A straightforward message
Screamed in your ear
So in response
You sleep on the floor
And curse your dreams
While awake I weep
And stand by the door.


Shadow said...

grrrr... insomnia?

matt at shadow of iris said...


Such a simple thing as
lack of sleep
you've painted
with simple words
into a beautiful little world.

Thank you!