"aslee" poems
He is every thought before bed,
Imagining his warm skin press against mine,
His arms cradling me to sleep,
Our thoughts drifting away,
Feeling like the only two people in the room,
Watching him is like he's in slow motion,
Focusing on small details,
Falling deeper and deeper,
In the moment it's bliss,
It's all I could ever want,
Until I realize he's not with me,
He's not here to here to hold,
To be asked or told,
That he is every one of these
Bedtime thoughts
As I fall
Deeper,
And deeper.....
Aslee-
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 2:47 AM UTC
I think about tomorrow through the people I have met
And testify of greater things that haven't happened yet
So what if all the consciousness continues to return
We'll only ever greet it when we move in what it's earned
A father of the quiet and a mother of the old
Protecting what was hidden in a parabolic code
To whom will it be given when the final word is writ
For all will fall asleep when darkness comes to swallow it
Remember who you've carried if you wake before it ends
Forsake not even one of those you served and called a friend
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
aslee
p
dripping into a timeless dark
quietly
silently
slipping into a mindless dark
breathing heavily can't breath
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC