Where are the source of your thoughts
Contesting emotional triggers
Consider those eyelids to flicker
Additional context adds stress
As different paths stretch us apart
Sleep deep within these sheets

Another drill to overcome
The next hurdle and then some
Distracted by less with
small progressive steps

A learning tool for all
Dig away at the molehills
Digress with flexed biceps
Reminded to incorporate rest

I tried to stay in reality
while the sight of you rested upon my eyelids
the thought of you running through my mind
and the feeling of you sends chills up my arms
as I tried to sleep at night


©L.F.

I see the moon at your face
I look at the sun shining at your forehead
I remark intelligent at your eyes
The strawberry gets its red
Only from your lips
The apples get their colors
From the checks these leads to think
Is this beauty nature or have a makeup?

When one knows the truth
He can't close his eyelids
Because he likes to fill his sense

In addition, and important
Your spirit is so clear as one at a childhood
You make me believe you have an angel spirit

This attracts me not only see, but only must be listened

A cigarette in the morning
To get me over the night time
I forgot to sleep again
My eyelids live on high time.

It's fine I'll just play the guitar
Drink a cup of coffee or two
Walk along to my sanctuary
In my mind I'll write songs to you

A cigarette after midnight
To overcome all this silence
I don't want to sleep again
My eyelids wait for sunrise.

Another double expresso
Until my heart starts to echo
And then I'll stop and start breathing
How d'you get rid of this feeling ?

I'm thinking again of the morning
In the red of the wine time
This bed has become me
I'll get out of here sometime.

There is a sleep so light
that it rests upon my brow
ever so careful no to slip into my eyes
and I hear its laughter
on my thoughts that have no meaning
or reason
And when it notices
my tears
it takes pity on me
and holds my eyelids down
with the weight of its love
That’s how morning comes
and finds me,
clinging to the sleep,
clinging to the life,
that will soon leave me.

Neon butterflies beat their wings against the soft darkness of inside of my eyelids
Nothing short of searing pain
And the ache that’s grown over months of slaving through your life
Not being a human
But a prisoner to everything