Harder Still To Dream

An unholy ache from the bones

Drowning in a sleep-drunk stupor, my head tilts up to listen

There’s bells on the wind again

They call for changing, of hours gone by in silent seconds

I sleep here and I dream of holding you forever

Each lifetime holding candles of what could be, stretching flames out into homes and stories

You are hard to wake and harder still to put to bed

In the half-dark of our rooms you glow, endless stars in a deepening silhouette

We should lay in the grass and burn our cheekbones

Combatting our dark sleepless circles

As I drive in gathering night I remember, you stretched out in the sun streaming through the window

Wind drifting in

Clock counting seconds