"I cannot sleep"
Never thought that perhaps,
I was just not trying hard enough
but my dreams are rough,
unreachable, if ever lulling me
but alas, I do not sleep
Five thirty, bright eyed being
I wake, and oh my, screens and
eyes stinging from -I really should sleep
but look! my dreams fleetingly tease
Soft snouts on shoulders, I love you Poppy-poppet
for greeting me whatever the hour.
I hate the moment of every evening
When the last light goes out, plunging me
into the dark, I stare at the ceiling
and I stare at the ceiling, alone now, dark
my breathing labours over past worries
and future worries, I drift through tomorrow.
and then, at some point I slept,
(dream away) a dream dog's dream head is on my dream shoulder
and I cry in that dream for his/her head,
imagining when Poppy's head can no longer rest on my shoulder
And think of Scrumpy's last windmill tail wags
on winter walks and frosty mornings
in the last days of her life.
(and I fetch Poppy, she curls up on the Christmas blanket,
in the bend of my legs, I stroke her ears -"Good night, sweetie")
(24th December 2013)
YOU ARE READING
Blue Moon
Poésie"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)
