These days I lay
on the bed at night
with my eyes open and bare
to think of notions that move
me to compose resolutions
too small to recall in the morning. And
when I sit here, at
the keyboard, try to see where it
was when I was lying awake
on my bed. Not sleeping but
seeing in the dark what moved
beneath my daily routined thoughts.
Things I need to think, need to
feel when rather I’m lost in oceans of vast
possibilities. I am when I lay
there and I can think of universes where
love is not lost when she is con-
fessed and I can have what I want but I
would not lie here, then.
© 2004
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC
These days I lay
on the bed at night
with my eyes open and bare
to think of notions that move
me to compose resolutions
too small to recall in the morning. And
when I sit here, at
the keyboard, try to see where it
was when I was lying awake
on my bed. Not sleeping but
seeing in the dark what moved
beneath my daily routined thoughts.
Things I need to think, need to
feel when rather I’m lost in oceans of vast
possibilities. I am when I lay
there and I can think of universes where
love is not lost when she is con-
fessed and I can have what I want but I
would not lie here, then.
© 2004
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