This restful spirit longs
for love that measures
inspiring pleasures that might come
my restless spirit knows
that it will not be ...

Each day I wake
looking for my sleep
at night I sleep among my candles
that I light before my rest
of endless words ...

Putting my feet on the floor
I cry and cry for more
my restless figure
walks through the fire
wanting a new world to come....

Debbie Brooks 2014