3.8.08

The Night Watchman




Now I'm fresh, dressed


Bathed and sprayed


Ready to hit the bed


And arise in the night


(While half the world sleeps


And the rest is awake)


A lonely watch I keep


Upon these empty seas


Eyes, limbs and senses


Attuned to the things I must do


While my thoughts fly


Far away


To meet you.
Thus wrote

1 comment:

Psyche said...

A lonely sleep I try.. Upon this empty bed.. Eyes, limbs, and senses.. Attuned to the things you said.. And my thoughts, they fly.. To you.. To meet yours..

But no more now.. It has come to an end..

10/8/08 14:02

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