Sleep II

The thought of you beside me,
The thought of having you near,
The thought of us talking about love and poetry,
instead of me sitting alone drinking this beer.

Lying wide awake on this empty bed.
Ipod on repeat , not shuffle playing;
“High and Dry” by the band Radiohead.
Counting sheep just leaves me weak,
I wish you somehow knew that I miss you
and that you are still the one that I seek.

So, this bed ridden insomniac has risen.
and for you is this poem that I’ve written.

There are no stars that are twinkling,
and my eyes are tired and blinking.
There is no sign of the moon.
I wonder where had she gone and
why did she have to leave so soon.

Pillowed dark rain clouds paired
with a melancholy sky, just adds
to my gloomy mood and it even
feels like I’ve pulled a tooth.

I feel dead tired and I could use some slumber.
Those sleepless nights really did their number.
Insomnia how I wish that you were my lady
and that you will be the one to tuck me into bed.

So tonight, I’ll just ride it out, till
the lovely sleep calls me to her bed.
For now I’ll just stare at the heavens
and pretend that there’s a full moon
watching over me wishing me to finally
rest my head, have the sweetest dreams
and have that lovely sleep that I so long for instead.