I open the window
at night
so the sirens
can rock me to sleep.
Dreams of you
are fleeting
and few
but I close my eyes anyway.
Sleep, sweet Sleep,
the River Lethe's
got nothing on me.
Look for me
- I know you won't -
and you'll find me
in my bed,
not asleep
but half-dead.
2 comments:
Okay, that IS soppy. And self-indulgent. But, hmm, so beautiful. First verse is the best, but all of it beautiful. Thanks.
PS: I think, the "- I know you wont -" is that bit too much, mate. Maybe "if you ever looked for me, you would find me..." or something like that? (I'm no poet, though.)
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