"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Monday, October 26, 2009

Oh Sleep

Oh sleep where are you?
My heavy eyes want your rest
Quiet those thoughts that keep me from you
Their nocturnal dance stirs my heart
To yearn for what I can not have


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