Sleep

I don’t know if sleep will ever find me.

But I know that Death will.

I close my eyes to rest but instead I just dream – of you.

Though it’s not you that’s keeping me awake,

It’s you that I keep thinking of.

And as I dwell on you, I find that I need no rest;

Or at least it feels that way.

Maybe I shouldn’t have been drinking that Earl Grey Tea at 3 in the morning.

Then I might be sleeping.

But I’d still be dreaming of you.

How your wonderful face is such a marvelous representation of how beautiful you are in heart.

How I can feel it beating through your breast as I a wrap myself around you, standing behind, kissing the top of your head.

A warming embrace to sooth the chill of the Winter air.

In my dreams of you.

In my daily thoughts of you.

Thoughts that wonder how I can be a part of making your dreams come true.
Oh, I wish that I was a dream for you.

To be everything you ever wanted, and will keep wanting…

So that every day is made better for being a part of it together.

And though I don’t know what tea I might drink each day,

Or if sleep will ever find me,

I know that Death will;

And if you ever call for me, I will go to you – wherever that may be.