Morning is such a desperate lover.
How else could she make
you meet her if she didn't
steal your dreams at night?

You show up in my dreams,
walk through them with ease,
and I fall in love all over again.

I hear a sound.
Near my bedroom window,
beyond the panes of glass.
A rumbling and humming;
an idle motorcycle, right on schedule.
Mixed in with the little fan,
it grows into the perfect white noise.
I drift away and think of a warmer place,
bright and expansive.
In my mind, I hear bagpipes playing.
It is some fierce melody,
unfamiliar, yet deeply known.
The meditation fades back to other surroundings.
Back to the dark blank room,
buzzing fan, and noise pollution.
Then I'm reminded, I don't care at all for bagpipes.

A melancholy tune in my head to ease me of a day

It recites the bad

It puts me to sleep with a tear of bitter sweetness

More bitter than I
I'd wish sweet

The moon sits above

Staring down upon the sun as it lays to rest

I fear

What will it whisper to the sun?

"As a day of  bitter you bring, let me be the one to bring forth an ease of sweetness for the night"

Eyes close and I just hope that the moon has not left the sun my tears again

Maybe it'll make it up with sweet sleep the next night

I live,
under the quilted
periwinkle skies,
of my room.
This is where
my clothes
amass themselves
and spread their empty
arm and legs,
like a stubborn,
overgrown child.

Love grew like a cancer in my chest,
It is killing me slowly while holding me alive.
How can something this sweet hurt so bad,
Is it love to blame or our choices.
It is reaching my brain,
Leading to sleepless nights.
Life was sweet before I met you,
Now it is bittersweet.