Sleep

At times sleep slides by like sand,
pouring slowly over you
as if you were in the hourglass, suffocating.
Other times sleep is like snow.
Melting until it is not what it was.
Hanging around
- in dirty patches in the mud of morning.
Sometimes, it is food - essential
yet distasteful - not done properly.
Sometimes you forget it -
halfway remembering but always putting it off
dirty clothes
- getting by with what you put away last time.
Sometimes, just like eating or doing laundry
it gets put off for a greater good.
Sometimes we don't sleep just so we can love.

5/11/2004

Unsilence in Sunbeams

Feeling round, the people here
use their sound, use their din
They fill their time and fill my ear.
A quiet calm of sun, sitting here with me,
Not quiet din, not quiet sight,
Quiet warm, shining free.
Sun warmed book, held close in hand
Page and page, ink and ink,
Pulls me through a new found land.
Feeling round, the people here
they are my sound, they are my din
they fill my heart and fill my cheer.
Sunshine warm, sunshine still
dusty sunbeams waft, slow to ground
unsilence here, my heart to fill.