Little fluffy clouds

 

I need to sleep,

for words are

hanging heavy

from my eyelids,

it’s like my tears have

formed icicles,

and my songbird thoughts

are smashing through.

that glass dome of a sky

we look unto for answers,

when the answers

are already buried

deep inside of you.

 

But my mind

needs to write,

my eyelids are

hanging at my feet,

but these rhymes start to leap

onto the page in my head.

I just want to sleep.

my bed is calling.

The drifting duvet

of dreams is drawing me in,

sketching me on the edge of a memory

but the words are falling in

like rose petals over the scene.

It’s my world,

every strand

of the universe

is in my hands,

the rainbow threads

I can pull closer to me.

 

But I’m so tired.

Yawns keep trying to escape,

they pull open my mouth and stretch,

until I look like Pac Man,

trying to connect the dots

takes a clearer mind,

and collecting these thoughts

is an uphill climb

 

I just want to sleep, but

I’m too high on this life,

that I don’t want

to come down.

I just want to fly

with you beside

and hold our dreams tight,

those fledgling

birds of hope,

that once released

will brighten a new world,

but we are not yet ready

to evolve wings right now.

So, I close my eyes

and watch the words

flow around inside.

Like counting sheep,

little fluffy clouds.