I have a headache from dreams clawing to break free.

I joke about being lonely all the time, but I don't think anybody gets that it isn't a joke anymore.

it's 4 am and i'm still up
in the city of the half-dead
alone with my racing thoughts
insomniac nights are the best

I hear you in the night
as you call out to me
where the stars shine a light
through my dreams of you
where I hold you tight
and now nothing that is here
could make me let you go

I feel the love you made me see
that my heart could never show
as I hid behind every pain and tear
afraid to try again with the fear

And if not for you to reach out
to give me a love now so true
I would have never gave a chance
to know what it's like again to dance
or know all of the beauty
that you gave me was about
Spiritwind ©2016

I used to be a wanna be poet
Then words stopped coming to me easily and eventually I laid down the pen.

Maybe one day I'll wake up and remember how good it felt to string together words.

After all these years I look up
and the moon is the same
Then I look at myself in the mirror
and it's a person that never stopped changing and never will.