2003-10-14 - 10:23 a.m.
A Decent Hour
Another morning after fragmented sleep
Nothing too deep
No soul to keep
amongst visions that at one time would creep
now are screaming
in my dreaming
Eyes are open and it's not much better
Jealous wishing
Fruitless fishing
Shut out the world and yet you are still there
Cyrptic, soft glare
One more nightmare In everything that I'm learning
I still find one unknown
If I am such a great one
then why am I still alone?
You come into my circle
a heart waiting to break
I have so much to tell you
Maybe I'll have courage
The next day Scholars tell us it's all in the timing
Early, you're wrong
Too late, it's gone
Like a poet who forces his rhyming
I'm not beckoned
at the right second
Visit Morpheus and wake up crying
Cannot sleep through
All that still brews
Upon tattered sheets I end up lying
Nothing to do
but think of you And I ponder if you notice
I wonder if you know
I simply wish to hold you
and then never let you go
And though I spend my late nights
bergudgingly awake
I know all I could tell you
will still be a secret
the next day
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