Good morning, everyone! I didn’t really feel like writing too much today so I’ve got one for you that I wrote a while ago. My hope is that, in reading, you might see the same things I saw, that you might see the little baroque paintings that run their course behind my eyes. Without further ado, please enjoy…
Sleep Without Rest
I don’t dream anymore.
No,
not dream, per-say,
but imagine.
I don’t imagine that world of pigs and pirates,
of castles and coriander,
of vampires and veritas.
I don’t look up and see the stars,
telling you that some day I’ll go up there,
telling you that some day we’ll be together forever and always
under those beautiful, wispy heavens.
I won’t lie and say that I don’t miss it;
the future we had spun.
A thread of fate so long and storied,
severed now,
long forgotten.
I hoped that you would walk the halls of my addled mind with me
and later the sunlit halls of our shared house with me,
but it was not to be so.
Those dreams of mine remained only dreams
now turned to sour nightmares.
The walls of that pretty little house on the hill,
tattered wallpaper,
shattered windows
and empty cribs.
No, I do not dream anymore.
Poems by Sam 