lying in bed without you

a line from a thousand lovesongs
(insipid, sappy, and wallowing quite happily
 in its own misery)
but late into the early morning
in the stagnant blindness of my bedroom
i - lying in bed without you -
remember the 'C' of your body
into which mine so perfectly fits
and the leg - yours - which slips
so naturally between mine
how your arm will try to pull me
closer still to you

lying in bed without you
i remember all this

or

perhaps

all this reminds me that i am
lying in bed without you

i love listening to you sleep -
especially when you're softly snoring away,
or grunting, or mumbling incomprehensibly -

(i just want you to know that)

but not as much as i like falling asleep
next to you

since that first night
you came over and held me
and it felt all so familiar
so comforting and oh-so
right

yes it did

and still does

cradlesong

come sit by the tidepool
let cool your burning feet
the day is done
the night has come
it's now the time for sleep

come rest your sleepy head
let close your heavy eyes
the night is dark
the sky is stark
but for the fireflies

come dream of wond'rous things
let soar your wingéd mind
there's naught to fear
the moon is here
your heart's the star that shines

things in life

i had a crush
before i even knew what
a 'crush' was

things in life
- experienced, done -
sometimes (often)
before the awareness
of its name
its meaning
could transpire

maybe one night i'll fall asleep
and realize i've been dreaming all along

maybe one day i'll wake up
and realize i'm alive after all

(iamnothereiamnothere)

i drift among the crowds a lost balloon              it’s the empty shell they see        (iamnothereiamnothere)        the real me’s walking through Morpheus’ realm              not remembering              what i made up what i didn’t              can they tell? they’re telling me              i don’t listen i don’t believe        (iamnothereiamnothere)        they’re not real i made them up        (iamnothereiamnothere)        they’re real they made me up              while they dream i am real              while i dream they are not        (iamnothereiamnothere)        i dream they shot an arrow at my balloon-head        (iamnothereiamnothere)        they dream i burst              the real me's through Morpheus’ realm              not remembering              what i made up what i didn’t        (iamnothereiamnothere)        they’re not real i made them up        (iamnothereiamnothere)        they’re real they made me up              while they dream i am real              while i dream they are not        (iamnothereiamnothere)

Girl from Hadria

i dreamed of you
dark-haired and smart
and beautiful

but I woke up
and forgot all about you

it's for the best