An Ode to my greatest love, Sleep.
May you never grow tired.
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Every time I wake up
I just want to make up,
Another reason
To be with you.
Me, you.
Traveling fast down floating hallways.
So many doors of possibility,
Free and expensive outlets
For us to spend invisible cash-
Which is really diamond factories
In my fingers and with every touch
There lingers,
Glittering particles in our wake.
Lets go to far away concrete jungles
Or wander fast on psychotropic trips to
Miniature red rocked planets
Where the struggle for good begins and
An ominous unknown looks down from the sky.
I’ll play the star
Of this mini soap drama,
While you keep your vigilant eye on the time.
I am the bird
You, my gilded cage.
And with every mornings rising-
I fly away
From these neon dreams
And the supernova of music
That casts a glimmer into the meat
Of my eyes
And makes the doldrums,
The ** hum,
Of everyday living-
Of pastel landscapes-
And hetchy sketched lines
On strangers faces,
Pull me down, where I am drowning
Into the gum spotted ground.
At times
I lay lingering
In the fresh blood
Of our latest retreat,
Our greatest victory-
Our heartbreaking defeat,
Hoping that this time,
This time,
will be the last,
will be our greatest
and never be surpassed.
Morning will never come
To break the storming stream
Of our fantastic dreams
And wake me to meet
Another gray and paling daytime scheme.
Yet with every journeys end,
a new day does begin
and rise-
I suppose I do
with a mourn in my throat
for the places we could go
but that will have to wait
until the lush blanket of your love
lays heavy on my breath
once again,
and reunited, feeling good
we propel away
on new shimmering webs
dangling far from realities clutch
into fantasies sweet touch.
Sleep, my love,
it is you I choose to pursue,
Because every time I wake up
I just want to make up,
Another reason
To be with you.
May 13, 2010
May 13, 2010 at 5:36 PM UTC
An Ode to my greatest love, Sleep.
May you never grow tired.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Every time I wake up
I just want to make up,
Another reason
To be with you.
Me, you.
Traveling fast down floating hallways.
So many doors of possibility,
Free and expensive outlets
For us to spend invisible cash-
Which is really diamond factories
In my fingers and with every touch
There lingers,
Glittering particles in our wake.
Lets go to far away concrete jungles
Or wander fast on psychotropic trips to
Miniature red rocked planets
Where the struggle for good begins and
An ominous unknown looks down from the sky.
I’ll play the star
Of this mini soap drama,
While you keep your vigilant eye on the time.
I am the bird
You, my gilded cage.
And with every mornings rising-
I fly away
From these neon dreams
And the supernova of music
That casts a glimmer into the meat
Of my eyes
And makes the doldrums,
The ** hum,
Of everyday living-
Of pastel landscapes-
And hetchy sketched lines
On strangers faces,
Pull me down, where I am drowning
Into the gum spotted ground.
At times
I lay lingering
In the fresh blood
Of our latest retreat,
Our greatest victory-
Our heartbreaking defeat,
Hoping that this time,
This time,
will be the last,
will be our greatest
and never be surpassed.
Morning will never come
To break the storming stream
Of our fantastic dreams
And wake me to meet
Another gray and paling daytime scheme.
Yet with every journeys end,
a new day does begin
and rise-
I suppose I do
with a mourn in my throat
for the places we could go
but that will have to wait
until the lush blanket of your love
lays heavy on my breath
once again,
and reunited, feeling good
we propel away
on new shimmering webs
dangling far from realities clutch
into fantasies sweet touch.
Sleep, my love,
it is you I choose to pursue,
Because every time I wake up
I just want to make up,
Another reason
To be with you.
