every time i complain of bad dreams
i feel like I'm betraying sleep
the sight of moon so sweet
plump yellow lady in midnight air
the smell of night like a black pear

engulfing you
and dissolving you
like sweet honey in hot tea

chamomile baby
chamomile air
chamomile breath

My moms voice lingering in midnight air:

"just eat sugar after you have a nightmare"

when the night comes silently
and all the world is asleep and still,
when the minutes and seconds
are suspended and slowed down
and the city becomes a whisper,
that is when i wake up.
night time is my time
to feel, to cry, to think, to write,
to be myself, by myself,
on my own terms.
by day i am a walker,
a zombie, a nothing,
just waiting
for the lights to go out.
in the darkness, i am
a beacon of light.

in darkness i am the light.

The night looked at me.
The two brightest stars made it so.
The night touched me.
The hands of Autumn leaves I'll forever know.

The night held me.
With arms of Autumn trunks of trees.
The night kissed me.
The moon's peck slowly bringing me to my knees.

The night loved me.
Sharing the beauty of dark. Perfect and pure.
Then the night killed me.
To add another beautiful part, I'm sure.

The sun disappears
Setting beyond the dark clouds
Beauty in the red

The moon shines on us
With an ever-changing shape
Water reflects it

Stars shine in the sky
Giving thought for the beyond
Twinkling blissfully

Frogs begin croaking
With the chirping crickets too
In sweet harmony

All else is silent
Resting for the next sunrise
To begin anew

While sleeping in my bed
Rhymes escape my head.
I maunder them around
Then write them down
And publish them instead.

That is, those worth keeping
That I write while sleeping
That often turn out to be
Happily approved by me.
A poetic parrot peeping.

An internal rhyming thing.
Almost an eternal ping
That runs through my brain
There to sometimes remain
And bubble back upon rising.

Sometimes it wakes me up
And I brew myself a quick cup
Because at that time
In search of a rhyme
That goes with boxer pup or buttercup.

I haven’t made a dime from this
My middle-of-the-night muse’s kiss.
I just gleefully scribble
And sometimes I giggle
No matter it’s a hit or a miss.

Far be it from me to complain.
For so many poems remain
That turn out terrific
That I’m labelled prolific.
Either that, or poetically insane.

A big forest
My mind gets lost in your eyes
And to be honest I dont care if I'm ever found

I thought we were playing hide and seek
But the roles were reversed
Because i was seeking love and happiness
And you were hiding
And i finally found you

I'll look at my life as not much when I die
As I do most days
But ill look back at the days months and years I spent with you
And make the executive decision that at that moment, things were okay

And I know in my last poem I said
That when you die you forget everything
If that's the case I hope we share a casket
Because I never
Ever
Ever
Want to forget your face

When you die
Does every thought you ever thought end up forgotten?
As your brain decomposes
As brains typically do
Do you lose the memories you once had
For what good do these memories do when your dead
Will you forget every face you once saw
Forget the definition of beautiful
Love
Happiness
Sadness
When everything goes black
Do you forget every color
So no matter what
Purple
Red
Blue
Its all black to you
When you die will you forget everyone you love(d)
For what use are they to you now
Will you forget every conversation
Every suicidal thought
Every thing that made life ****
Or
Made life perfect

But I guess we wont know that until we die
But even then
Will we know?

a blanket of galaxy
tucks me in with a warm breath
sending ripples through its sky
waving hello at me
the stars twinkle their acknowledgement
and i know for tonight i'm not alone

the rain is a gentle drum on my face
a memory shocker of what it is
to feel, to live
the clouds part their curtains
allowing me a part of their hug
and i know for tonight
i'm not alone