January 10, 2012
Moon drop of darkness,
alight on my pillow, for
Sleep has lost its way.

Let dreams rain on my
eyelids, bidding them slide down
to cover these eyes.

The night is too long
to spend awake and sighing,
wanting only rest.

Would that I could take
the lunar sphere in my mouth
as a bright tonic

to glow away dark,
never wearying 'til morn
when sunbeams do creep

over the treetops
like a child's fingers play
in sleep-tousled hair.

But, dreams are withheld
even as I write sleep thoughts.
Oh, to embrace dark

rather than fear it
would expedite my voyage
to castles on clouds.

Moon drop of darkness,
bless these tired eyes with sleep.
Drift me off tonight.

posted by Gwennifer at 11:58 PM | 0 comments
January 7, 2012
Soft rocking armchair
and a list ten miles long:
I haven't done much.

One month passes too
quickly. I am a leaf in
several different winds,

blown a moment here,
then two moments there, never
falling to the ground.

Staying in this chair
would be simple: moving but
without real movement.

posted by Gwennifer at 11:48 AM | 0 comments