We'll Never Sleep, But God Know's We'll Try
"So boys will turn from sleep and search the darkness,
Seeking the love their fathers have forgotten.
And they will dream of her, who have not known her,
And ache, and ache for that lost limb forever."
-Carolyn Kizer
To think of someone so much so that sleep is sacrificed for the thought is absurd, figuratively speaking.
You wonder of who I think? You wonder of what thoughts?
I'll never tell, and don't be so quick to guess at it either. I'm not that black and white, am I?
Sleep still, soft silence. Sleep seaps at every crack in time's fair measure. Pull your harbored worries homeward, let the trade winds bring you back, and steer your landlocked heart ashore to be rebirthed with love impending. Sleep, lone whisper. Sleep so the wind can carry your message safely away while you rest and wait for the sunchild to come out and play. Sleep; let not your eyes misjudge the darkness for the chambers of your mind, resonating fractures of your past, present, future, death, life, love, strife, crisis, peace, disquiet, discomfort, dissolitude. Off to bed as a child would were the favorite story read at the foot of their bed whilst the pillow drowns their head in soft, hugging threads.
Sleep.
Charlie.
2 comments:
sleep, something I'd like to be doing right now.
If only sleeplessness would speak to me, tell me the answers to the riddles in my head, or perhaps the solutions to any number of life's problems.
No, sleepless nights are blank and silent. I know them too well.
I wonder what keeps Charlie awake.
~a
Sleep nestles and blankets the mind,
incubating it so it may unwind,
elevating it so it may climb.
It is truly a treasure to be able to sleep. Sometimes it is nice to think of someone so much you can't sleep if you are looking to them with intention of reciprocated love. If it is loss and longing you have some sorrowful nights to bear.
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