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MikeASullivan Jan 2014
Awake!

At this unearthly hour.

I fell asleep, feeling ill, stupidly I know.
I missed my evening
I missed you my love
I missed the world turning
And now
I suffer*

Awake, but needing to sleep
To rise and face the day
Only a couple of hours away.
Does it make any difference to me
If I sleep in later this morning?

No*

I am my own boss
My own Manager
There is only me
To discipline
Me.

No doubt, I will.
I had been feeling ill all day Sunday. By 9 pm, I had developed hell's own headache and my body felt like it had been through an industrial strength cardboard crusher. I had lots still to do, but I felt so very weary. I had the "bright" idea of having an hours nap in the hope that on awakening, I would feel well enough to complete my day's tasks before I headed to sleep proper.

It didn't quite work out as planned. I slept the sleep of the dead and awoke after 2 am, not feeling any better, but a lot worse. To add insult to injury, despite my woes, sleep would not return. The pounding in my head has put paid to that!

Hence my poem.

I'm sure readers of my words will have had, at some point in their lives, experienced the frustration of what I have gone through last night and this morning. My only saving grace is that being a writer, my hours are my own.

However, I am a hard task master, ill or not! Please enjoy my words!

MS
MikeASullivan Jan 2014
People sometimes ask me:

"What is the point of your life?"

I always answer "You"

You being the one who I love
Who loves me far more than
I've ever been loved.

You know me
Inside and out,
Like an open book.

The story is of you and I
The 'Now' and 'Future'
Is still being written,
Daily, hour by hour.

So strong are we
Together.
So in love,
It's just obvious where we belong.

And that my love
Will be happening soon.
When I fly to you,
To be with you,
Together,
As we should be.

My love,
You are my home
My home is in your heart
Our new life ahead.
I'm coming home.

Home
To
You.

(c)Mike.A.Sullivan ~ January 2014
This is a real story of true love. Yes, it does exist. I was the biggest disbeliever, and now?

I believe.

MS
MikeASullivan Jan 2014
After waiting,
Longing and hoping, we have at last
Set our sights to be as we should.

Together

The distance that has separated us
Will be no longer.
No more loving from afar.
Moving to be with you
My love, is my only desire.
Once there,
We'll have what we always wanted,
Needed,
Deserved.

The freedom to love one another,
As only we know how.

Always and forever.

— The End —