Tuesday, 18 May 2010


Though I lie so silent in the dark,
sleep, like a nervous bird, has fled from me.
The ship of dreams has made me disembark
and beached me on this dark reality.
And if I tried to count a thousand sheep,
ten thousand more await me in the fold.
The ticking clock ticks on. The seconds creep.
The minutes pass. The night is growing old.
Insomnia has no power when you're here,
but haunts me every night when I'm alone
and I shall lie awake all night, I fear,
just pondering the Sandman's empty throne.
   But still, the hardest thing I'm going through
   is that I'm missing sweetest dreams of you.

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