sound asleep these last few weeks,
forcing dreams and counting sheep
and hoping time will bury me
and bury streets and
let me be
in darkness,
deep
below tall Evergreens
and Willow trees
that cry for me
and all who seem
to fear the ever-moving stream,
and all who seem
to constantly be listening
to whispers of the suffering:
pain is always there,
and always there’ll be pain;
you’re better off inside your shell,
‘cause it shall surely rain.
sound asleep these last few nights,
fighting thoughts of morning light
and hoping resolution bright-
ens my heartbroken plight and height-
ens my strong will to fight
and turns my shadow winter white
and sends my spirit,
like a kite,
above the burning city lights,
flying up! and out of sight,
away from misconceived delights:
sadness was and always is—
and isn’t it just great to live
where hearts no longer have to give!
sound asleep since yesterday,
but I hear my heart finally say,
It’s time to put your fears away
and wake up to the sun today….
