Stand Still


I slide to stand still and I grit my teeth

as the world just sweeps me off my feet.

And I swing my hand out to you slowly.

You look like you could use some rest,

but you sit up in bed at night instead.

Lay your head so you can sleep.


Unclinch your fist and reach for me.

Open your heart, make it beat for me.

Lay your head, may it dream of me.



You look like you could use some rest,

but you sit up in bed at night instead.

Lay your head so you can sleep.



Unclinch your fist and reach for me.

Open your heart, make it beat for me.

Lay your head, may it dream of me.



And I will breathe so you can feel my energy.

Just shut your eyes and count to ten.

If you can, imagine your favorite song.

I'll hum the tune and you can sing along

so you're not alone.

... on the darkened edge, no voices heard that I recall.
Slipping around the house in some slumber, part awake,
level one asleep... I shuffle wander.

sleep evades any hope of repair as another morning will
arrive new and fare.

a large mug of coffee fill, as I shake off the softened chill..
when will I find the proper pill? ("Coffee, ah, will be
the morning's demand reward".)

Sleep is a dream evading my time. It sits in circles
of the mind. circles I chase and wish to capture paste on
the wall.
Whereas I could unclinch the cliff preventing my
fall.  Never falling with surmount insistence, instead,
standing at attention of all life's varied assistance.

Tired, not as I exist in this zombie state, sleepy eyes
still closed sleep's gate. Exhausted, drained and
mentally lame. My body screams in pain and vain.

Rest is a flight. HE avoids my night.  t.v. channels,
meditation, infomercials, revelations. Try to wish
away the wake, and start to fall... into the hush...
slowly slush.... sleep a must.... BOOM! the bell of
conscious sends a scatter to sleepwalk nausea.

Pills prescribed for these ills, none for me do their will.
Wishing day to stumble an hour's nod. Dawning sun...
again in quicksand's mandate trod.