I lay here
Beside you
Just as you asked
Pores thrumming with thoughts
Slumber, so sweet
Has found you tonight
I not so lucky
I clutch
My own hands together
Wandering down
The corridors of my mind
The carpet is stained
And every door closed
Some doors I knock upon
Knuckles white and bony
Other doors
I do not even grasp the handle
For I know what the oak hides
It is of no consequence to me this time
There is a door before me
With new locks
I will not lie
And say I do not know the key
Wrought metal is an old friend to my fingers
It finds itself
Between the fingers of my right hand
I unbid the lock of her duty
Taking all responsibility upon myself
My shoulders were meant for such
If only my heart
Be not so stale
Will you join me here
In the dark
I promise not to yell
The raising of my voice
Will do nothing for these settled beams
I only try to talk
With a voice
That has not found its sea legs
Tossing to and fro
Just beseeching to be grounded
In honesty
To be pulled back
Into this ocean of sheets
Drowned in such sweet slumber
That the moon begs to look upon
May the stars guide my soul
As well as they do my eyes