Come to Me

August 23, 2013

I close my eyes a thousand times a day,
Because in the dark, I always see your face.
You get me through all my darkest hours,
In the dead dry desert, you’re a bed of flowers</p?

So come to me,
When I’m asleep;
Live in my dreams,
And never leave.

’cause it’s your memory that keeps me going;
Though you’re gone, I feel your presence growing.
I never thought that I could live without you
But if I close my eyes, it’s like I don’t really have to

In a crowded room, I can feel alone—
You always knew when to take me home—
But if I turn off the lights, I can feel you near,
And when I go to sleep, well you’re still here.

So come to me,
When I’m asleep;
Live in my dreams,
And never leave.

When I’m asleep, come back to me.

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Sing to me…

April 21, 2013

Sing to me
as I drift to sleep.
Let me sail upon your melody
from these shores
into the depths of unconsciousness.
May the last thing I hear
before I sink
beneath the cool surface
be the softness of your voice.
May the words
stay with me
in the eternal dream
of the hereafter.
Enshroud me with your harmony
that I be buried with your song
and have it echo through the heavens
and mingle with the music of angels.
I do not ask of you
to weep for me
for I am not sad.
We have both been waiting
and now it is time for me to go;
My only remaining wish is this:
as I drift to sleep,
sing to me.

Lullaby (Unfinished?)

March 21, 2012

I’ll sing you a dream
if you’ll listen to me;
I’ll make it a good one,
just wait and see.
I’ll whisper a nightmare
into your ear
and send you to bed
with your greatest fears –
I’ll follow you down
into slumber so deep
and toy with your mind
as you restlessly sleep
and when you awake
in the pitch black of night –
cold sweats and shallow breath –
I’ll torture you from the shadows
with blood-chilling fright.

v. Knees

July 11, 2011

Every night
before she sleeps
she gets down on her knees
and prays.
There, bowed at the feet of her God,
she pleas
for it to all be over soon.
She sees, she feels
his awesome power
by the light of the moon
and she closes her eyes
and clasps her hands
as he enters her,
hushing her,
and she breathes him in
swallowing the seed of her God’s love.

xvi. What if?

April 1, 2011

Squinting out the sun
as it invades your sleep
Zero flicks to one;
deafening: beep beep beep.
As the volume grows
you beg the night to stay
wishing for the shadows
to keep the day away.
Curtains drawn but light
creeps rudely through;
screw your eyes up tight
but morning claws at you.
But if the Sun could hear your pleas
that it should lose its battle with the moon,
If it turned back just to appease,
refusing to bring dawn or noon,
Would you be content,
to see night reign
Or in such an event,
beg for sun again?

 

 

Inspired by the following poem (a gogyohka) from Brigid Briton, found over at her poets’ forum, Poetry Here and Now:

what if day decided
like a groundhog
to turn around and sleep
a while
longer?

v. Dreamer

January 5, 2011

Where do you go late at night, when the shadows fall?
What visions of dread do your sleeping eyes see?
What is the nightmare that violently beckons your call?

What is the horror that every night keeps you in thrall?
When the morning arrives, why won’t you tell me?
Where do you go late at night, when the shadows fall?

What is it you beseech in your fearful dreamer’s drawl?
Who is the object of your frenzied mumbled plea?
What is the nightmare that violently beckons your call?

How do you keep your eyes closed through it all?
How can you sleep when your screams waken me?
Where do you go late at night, when the shadows fall?

What evils stalk through your mind’s twisted hall?
What class of monster possesses the key?
What is the nightmare that violently beckons your call?

What are the demons that through your dreams crawl?
Where do they drag you, so unsavoury?
Where do you go late at night, when the shadows fall?
What is the nightmare that violently beckons your call?