In an idle attempt to reset my brain, I'm going to bed.
Should I dream, I pray for peace.. the nightmares have been nipping at me like a small dog that smells my perfume.
My motherhood and wifely duties keep my mind busy during the day and the thoughts don't speak. At night, in the dark while he sleeps, I'm left alone with my mind. This is daunting.
Some day I will turn. Someday my sleep will find me in light rather that in dark. Technocolor. Hues of red, green and blue.
I pray for crimson. The Gods ears hear not my dreams but my fears. Forgive my rambling, I'm tired. The night is when I am me, this is me. Do you still want to keep reading now?
Should I dream, I pray for peace.. the nightmares have been nipping at me like a small dog that smells my perfume.
My motherhood and wifely duties keep my mind busy during the day and the thoughts don't speak. At night, in the dark while he sleeps, I'm left alone with my mind. This is daunting.
Some day I will turn. Someday my sleep will find me in light rather that in dark. Technocolor. Hues of red, green and blue.
I pray for crimson. The Gods ears hear not my dreams but my fears. Forgive my rambling, I'm tired. The night is when I am me, this is me. Do you still want to keep reading now?
When the colors do more than invade the God's ears, but burn the brains of the wise and lift you high above where you can look down while he sleeps and smile at his serenity and then enjoy your own--elevated above the sheets, and the rage has cooled to a sweet whisper that looks like aqua calm and lets you sleep for the years that you need to.
nite nite, friend.
[Edited on Jun 05, 2004 10:51PM]
The still and silent moments of the empty dark room create the perpetual torture of the night that has arrived. Closing my eyes does nothing to prevent the inevitable revolution of thought. As I lay there still, silent and awake I wish that sleep were a commodity that I could buy.
I wish you a good night and good dreams. Hope you enjoy the restful sleep I so desperately need.