In the story of life that continues
From the distant past
To the infinite future,
Now as things happen,
No matter how important they might seem,
They are just added
As a single item
In an endless list of many.

I have this urge to create,
To write,
To pen,
To elaborate
Upon my dreams
And set them free
To spell them out
For all to see
In their extremes
They do protest
That I have not
Finished
The rest.

Time cures most everything
And helps to heal the breaks,
But shortages of resources
Tense and test the zeal,
Creating less of what time makes
And more for it to heal.

You once said you loved me
You said you once loved me
You said you loved me
You said you loved
You loved
You once loved
You once loved me

On caffeine nights when I study late
And drink for concentration,
I lay awake with open eyes
Wishing I could sleep
Peacefully and dream relaxing dreams.

Dreams where I conjure
Up images of running in fields
Of clover or corn
Of wet sand between our toes
With the tide rolling in and out over our feet,
Or lying in bed
Holding you in my arms
Sharing love to Quincy Jones.

I lay awake under the covers
Cold in the room above the blankets
Where I am warm and secure
Wishing I could sleep and dream.

Sometimes we cry for sleep
Where we can be alone in our beds
Without companionship
We don’t know if we want
But we know we sometimes need.