waking up at all hours, tangled
bedsheets, twisted dreams I
can’t sleep without the dreams and I
can’t stay awake without the sleep.
I am tangled twisted lost in mists and
falling back and forth in time.
Sleeping and waking are one and the same and
I have to wonder is this how I pay for the crime.
I haven’t yet cried but the tears aren’t
too far now
Sheer desperation, demand and desire.
Dreams take me climbing the mountain gets higher
I wake and I’m sweating and breathing comes fast
I wish I could just reach out to the past.
I lost you I leave you I love you I fear
I had you I dropped you I wish you were here.
The dreams are devotions and scream of emotions
that I can’t hold onto but cannot let go.
The thoughts are like ribbons of mist and of haze
the dreams they are haunting me now in the day
I can not explain it I wouldn’t know what to say
But this much I know
I cannot quite let go.
Apr 23
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