It’s the silence
That bothers me
Like mice picking
Away at slumber
The thoughts come
So what if
And who cares
Dreams not peaceful
Filled with questions
Like a child
Unprepared for school
I sit wondering
Where’d you go
That I wouldn’t
Be there also
It’s the silence
That bothers me
Like mice picking
Away at slumber
The thoughts come
So what if
And who cares
Dreams not peaceful
Filled with questions
Like a child
Unprepared for school
I sit wondering
Where’d you go
That I wouldn’t
Be there also
Any word will
Do when you
Speak it it’s
Not the word
But how you
Form it words
Come and words
Go but oh
That smile when
Saying it has
Burned into memory
Like a brand
Like you have
Images captured in
Photographs I have
People captured in
Words you create
A moment while
I paint with
A broad brush
Both of us
Creating someone yet
Unseen for others
Then to see
Come let us
Dance in creativity
Opening eyes to
What only we
See
Asleep you are
An ebony cat
Curled beneath dove
Gray linen which
Has twisted itself
Around you like
Silver crawling Ivy
I’ve excused myself
For coffee and
Words letting you
Sleep once I’ve
Expressed myself I
Shall crawl beside
You wrapping myself
Around like philo
Dough creating a
Puff pastry with
You as the
Creamy chocolate filling
I’m like a
Puppy when left
To own devices
Shoes sofa and
Socks become toys
I need affirmation
That I’m a
Good boy or
Else I become
Just a pup
A bad boy
In your eyes