I'm closing the gap
Between our souls
With love and luck
We won't be torn apart

Perhaps I loved too much,
Sweet to your honey,
Perhaps the more I loved,
More, was not enough.

Nightlights help you in the dark,
I don't like the dark.
I need you to be a nightlight,
Cause I can't see into you.

To sleep is to trade,
The god of rest your consciousness,
For a moment of his addictive peace.

Many times I look at old names,
Which lay stale on my screen,
What ever happened to them?
What demons did they face?

I miss monarch butterflies on milkweed

I miss apricot trees

I miss planting random seeds

I miss how cut alfalfa smells

I miss my childhood dirt, tears, and all

Sleep is so addictive
It numbs all pain and suffering
You can curl up with death
And feel its peaceful embrace

But when you again wake
Its hellish and unsafe
Your soul aches
You long for rest again