1.14am

Someone’s plane ticket,
weary eyes…
an alluring invitation and a heart that beats…
closer. Whimsical pianos, lustful guitars
rising above memorable tunes

the word "saudade"

yours,
read while thoughtless thoughts rush past
way too fast…

The chills...
how tired…
Lazy anticipation of…enlightment…
dance…creation
Not enough…

Lament
Can’t move.
Mothers kisses and solitude
Friends who wish I was (there).
Sweet sweet sad hymns
“until tomorrow little one.”

A room of my own,
my haven temple of
quiet
dreamless
soundless
sleep