Sleep, she
ain't a coming
though I
wait expectantly,
Yearning for
her warmth
to take me
willingly.
Dream, she
must be waiting
to drown me
incessantly,
Will she
come or tarry,
Is she reality.
Tell, she
wants to be knowing
when slumber shadows my mind,
How do I
share my feeling
with
thoughts of her kind?
Kill, she
yearns for dying
with
everything I share,
Till the
Ocean is drying
for her I'll
always care.
Tales, are
meant for telling
as busy as
she may be,
Eyes are
always crying
to see what
I can't see.
Questions,
about understanding
pour out
inquisitively,
A mind that
keeps on searching
will seek
until eternity.