Sleep, I’ve Missed You

Sleep, I’ve missed you
Many nights
Waited for you
Restlessly

Conversations
I relive
But they’re not
Reality

Could I just but
Clear my mind
Then perhaps my
Brain would rest

Take me over, sleep
I beg you
Lying peaceful, slum’bring
Blessed

the night’s alive

the night’s alive, the city is aglow,
the crowds of joy assembling apace
as shapes and masses fill each bit of space
along the avenues of come and go

but one, a wanderer, can find no trace
of what the lights portend, no shining grace
that others, he can tell, both see and know:
the night’s alive, but he is barely so

On The Gradual

When dying on the gradual
From smoke and lack of sleep,
There’s many-colored visions and
A tendency to weep

Inside a frozen winter night
Within a summer day,
A habit of vicissitude
Can lead to thoughts astray

And mine are all in tangles now,
With purposes unfocused,
But what comes on the gradual
Is rarely even

Noticed

The Lonely Night

The lonely night is never done;
It stretches on, in endless wake –
And closes in with memories
And dreams, beneath a constant ache

To walk upon the haunted earth,
To lie upon a sleepless bed,
To hope for nothing but the dark,
And pray that slumber’s just ahead –

But restless, rising up to go,
To walk out towards the waxing light –
These barren trees, they know the dark,
They’ve wrestled with the lonely night

The day will come – it always has –
But eyes will not be there to see:
The night will claim its prize at last,
The pride in you
The hope in me

maybe dreams of emerald water

maybe dreams of emerald water
will afford me peace and rest;
maybe hope’s fair ocean daughter
will my willingness attest

that i hope is several fathoms
fathoming my heart’s desire;
emerald waves united anthem
to retire or
expire