Thursday, 18 June 2015

Asleep

Asleep is my favourite place to be.
It’s peaceful, almost happy
Because I’m not alone there.

It’s arriving and leaving
that poses a challenge.

When I lay down to sleep
I whisper “goodnight” to my window
And I hope that someone hears.

And when the sun peeks from beyond the water’s edge
I whisper “goodmorning” to my window
And I hope that someone hears.

And yet, I hear nothing.

A wisp of sadness leaves my lungs
on the wings of a sigh.
and my legs surrender to the weight of my words
and I fall back onto my bed.

15 more minutes…then I’ll try again.

©2015 Alex Hicks


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