shh..

I feel an artistic itch but I don't know how to get it out.

Shift slowly rise
through the light, soon these eyes
between if and because
I lost who I was..
doot doo.. Darn it, when I listen to music I can't write poetry that doesn't fit to it. :P

I hate how words don't come to me now...

Silver silhouettes
of soft
slipped off shingles
cold hands, pale
my breath mingles
in the air around my face
showing form and shifting shape
drifting gentle cloud, to nothing more
as we drift ashore
from conscious to dreams
reality to self
beneath my fingers,
pool endless wealth
of warmth and life
to give day and night
to soft closed eyes
of far dreamless sleeps
I stare up
count translucent sheep
but my eyes reach to dark
and in dark they stay
wish another place,
another way
and ask what soon
is the price I'll pay
for these nights
of little sleep
sitting awake,
counting sheep
and wondering how you are
are you awake, are you far
does my heart please you
or is it forever untrue
please believe me now....
I cannot say why or how
but please.. believe me now

Another dream,
I've forgotten what
were you in it,
as in my thoughts
a flickering film
shifts start and stop
in my mind
they spill and slosh
to another wakening
daylight's call
and away it goes
not there at all
the faintest memory
of fading familiar
days of past
and fairy tales, dimmer
as the sun melts
away my sleep...
I dash to grab,
before it seeps
away from my eager head
so I go back to bed
in hopes of another dream..

Awakened by more unfriendly
I curl up deep and tenderly
for another shine shift
your smile, soft dripped
to linger in my mind...
Never to be mine..

Hold close to teddies,
more pillows and sheets
Wishing you close,
curl up my feet
But warmth isn't given
and of arms it is ridden..
Nothing holds back
and a body it lacks
nothing solid between arms
to hold close, keep calm
to fall asleep once more
in the comfort till dawn..

Oh how long, sleepless dreamer..
how long would you sleep
to believe you alive
and to get what you seek
and how long will tears flood
them to eyes, as veins to blood
to warm face, in what is cold
heart beats warm, as it's sold..

And how long, sleepless dreamer..
will you lie awake again
waiting for something
that you'd hope fate would send

How long sleepless dreamer,
will you lie awake in doubt
holding in thoughts,
unable to get out
of a dream-filled life
and what you believe harsh truth
holding onto daydreams
while it's what you're going to lose?