Sleep sleep 
my soul 
this you
don’t want 
to see
these things 
that weep
saturate hope 
and bring 
the deluge 
of despair 
to love 
sleep sleep
my soul 
on this 
ferry ride 
and awaken 
in heaven 
where love 
sings its 
sweetest song 
sleep now 
my soul 

A music box 
your heart and 
sleep sounds starting 
when eyes open
before I’m deaf
but now I 
hear every drum
and each flute 
carrying me away
and then closer
like the wind 
of my symphony 
the adagio and 
the crescendo and 
the turn followed 
by my applause 
of soft kisses
and quiet laughter 
this I hear
in my dreams 
when I remember 

I have heard
my heart play
on the keys
of the piano
from high end
twinkling rain to 
the thunder of
storms under the 
left hand to 
partly sunny cloudy
in the middle 
but all they
do sing the 
melodies of heart
that is love 

In these wee
hours of morning 
when we you 
and me wee
and giggle amidst
tickles and senseless 
inside jokes and 
just a bit 
of love’s insanity 
we wee glee
under covers cover
we chase searching 
for arm or
foot or face 
capturing hearts and 
planting flags on
lips declaring sovereignty 
for you and 
me and all
of this are
we in this 
land of wee

Sadness has 
covered me 
like a 
wet blanket 
that not
even the 
campfire of
levity can 
penetrate dour
and damp 
I shiver
beneath the 
weight of 
my uncertainty 
sleep will
never come 
rather these
circling thoughts 
like vultures 
overhead waiting 
to pick
upon the 
corpse of 
my now
cold optimism