A flutter of my eyes
As I lay down my head
Off goes the light
And I'm lying in bed
To sleep, to sleep
I must go at last
The time to wake
Has long since been passed
Yet I do not go
My mind's in a race
My body's on earth,
My thoughts are in space
Wond'ring my purpose
And who I'll be
A dream, a dream
Is all I see
Tired are your thoughts
Tired is your mind
But you can not fall asleep
Or you'll be left behind
Friend, there are certain sounds I love at night,
like the ongoing opera of the crickets,
the one-note sonata of an owl in a nearby tree,
or, should I be lying by the lake, the furious
but curiously calming encroachment and retreat
of the waves, or even the primal, contagious howls
of a thousand wild adolescents at Nelson Ledges,
shouting all night like lemurs,
their brains too stuffed with serotonin to sleep.
But the noises your lover makes with you
would not be welcome to my ears
were it noon in the middle of summer, let alone midnight,
then one-ten, two-thirty, three-fifteen and four.
It’s impossible to sleep when her piercing moans
nearly perforate my eardrum, so please let me know
It hurts
Some nights,
I can't sleep
They say-
"it's normal"
But do they really know
Or are they,
just guessing?
It's getting worse
For two weeks now
Will it ever stop?
Or will it only get worse?
The question proposed,
Tests conducted,
Application filled,
Interview given,
Hypotheticals abound,
Preparing for the best and worst,
Cautiously confident,
Yet doubts persist,
The phone sits beside me,
My eyes focused on it,
As I nibble on my nails,
Rock on my chair,
The minutes become hours,
Hours become days,
Thoughts racing upstairs,
Being unable to sleep,
So distant a memory,
The images are blurred,
Events discontinuous,
Details forgotten,
Time has lapsed in such great quantity,
It shall be like a first once again,
Quivering at the very thought,
Yet desirous for it to happen,
To feel her lips upon mine,
Feel her warm breath,
Wake up to her smile,
Feel my heart pound in her presence,
To trust her with my thoughts,
Trust her with my secrets,
Trust her with my heart,
Trust her with my feelings,
He does the things,
I think about..
I'm quite shy,
He is quite loud..
He is so far..
Yet so close,
I'm catching sleep,
Just to dream more..
So, what if..
We haven't met,
The heavens assured,
They are fixing a date.
One minute I laugh,
Another I cry..
I'm changing colours,
Like a disco light..
I'm not right,
I'm all wrong..
But I've been hurt,
So I'm singing this song..
You don't know me,
You will never find,
No chords attached,
That's how I like it.
I'm a fairy, with no wings
I'm flying in my sleep
You think I'm crazy,
You are thinking alright.
Twigs are what I call them
Wrapping me in embrace
My cell grows flowers
My cell grows fur
Green flowers for me
Green fur by the sea
And almost everywhere am I blue
Top to bottom
I'll never wake up
Coma but a light sleeper
They call me mother
And treat me like the dogs they
Themselves
Bark at.
Every night she lies awake
Blaming insomnia.
But it's her troubled heart
That keeps her restless.
Wondering if she will ever
Find peace.
I want to stop waking up early everyday
I want to sleep forever
I want to forget
I don't want to suffer anymore
I want to sleep
My thoughts however...
Why can't they stop?
Why do they keep repeating?
Why do I have to remember?
In the end I'm still awake,
Begging them to cease.