Nightly Window

It's impossible to sleep with a hurting heart

So perhaps that's why I feel like a ghost here

Falling in love with shadows and ruins

And my vintage, water-colored childhood.

Green came streaking through the trees and grass

With blue hues cascading from the heavens

And red leaked from your young yearning heart

As innocence earnestly ran in the streets.

What's the point of time when minutes are hours and hours minutes;

Everything stopped making sense as soon as head met pillow.

You became legend and myth
As my sleep deprived thoughts
Shaped my waking perceptions.
You can be such a spectre,
Shattering at first sunlight.
You were the thunder,
The lightning,
The rain.
You were a storm and I all could do was stand there and wait.
I wanted to waltz across the deserts and oceans with you.
Afraid that I would trip and wake with fright,
I let you lead and I drowned in your seas of sand and foam
And I was bathed in salt and heat.

Bloody nose on bloody pillows,

Stayed awake all night, had nightmares to fight.

I dreamed of spiders stalking over my bed,

So I lurched from sleep, afraid I was followed into waking.

Storms never had me worried before, taking comfort from ferocity,

But now I woke with fear as rain met my window;
A pane of glass was all that was between me and the cold and dark.
It all sounded like the world was ending that night.

Hit the bed and fell awake

Before sleep walking beneath the sun.

Once I dreamed of golden shores, now far away and hard to find.

Sometimes I still feel comfort in trying to sleep.

I let the cold air of the room drive me below the covers.

It's not that I mind the cave that I've created,

I just think I've fallen a little too far down;

Sleep would be nice by now.