I am yours in memory
And I am willfully bound inside
Every kiss that you bestow
Upon the top of my head,
nestled into my hair
On the sides of my face,
and my forehead
Pressed to the back of my hand,
and placed in my heart,
with all of your love

I feel a fool and I do not care
I would taste each day in a bite, as long as it tastes of you
This is a dream and you are my sleep
You give me rest and helpfulness
It swells in my chest
And bubbles out of my mouth
Like a brook swelling in Spring

**** these hands that they would ever let you go
Curse these eyes if they would ever look away
I cling to you like the edge of a cliff
I look to you like the sun on the horizon

Would the birds let me join their song in the quiet of the sun rising in the morning to scatter darkness and dew alike from the skirts of the earth

Would the stars give me but two twinkles, each for an eye so that when I look at you, you can see the lightness of my heart dripping out my eyes

Would the moon bathe me in dreams and fill your head with all the beautiful thoughts of you I hold in my heart

Would you love me for every day that I love you because then we will never run out, like water roaring over the falls to chase the rocks down the stream

I see you in the world, and I hope you can find me in your heart

I lay myself to rest every night
Inside my memories of you sleeping next to me
Hoping that you will fill the empty space that is left behind
All these memories gather together like storm clouds in your wake
And I am left with such
A head to full
And a heart to empty
To have any rest at all

I wish that you were here to hold me tight
Or even that I could cling to you
Something to anchor me in the ungodly hours of the night
I have naught but dreams and they are such a tragedy
When you are such a beautiful thought and not to bad in reality

These sheets twist and twine around me
Such as our bodies used to do
I would even take the quiet of your breathing
In place of these haunting dreams creeping in my ears
I writhe in my sleep, almost like I am seeking
For a someone or a something that is not there
If I had three wishes I would ask for such
My hand to be held in yours
For sleep as sweet as the dew on the grass in the morning
And that I would wake up next to you just as I fell asleep so many nights

So little it may seem, and little it may be
I just want to sleep with you next to me