There was that look in his eye

A light under the deep veins

A glimmer of hope that stayed,

Lingered through the night.



in a lover's insomnia



Laying in bed

staring at the ceiling

the pillow a canvas for the tears.

Yet the picture is never quite as sad



viewed through his eyes.



Hopes and dreams fall like autumn leaves,

nightmares mellow and shades grey.

Lines blur as tears fill bloodshot eyes

life kicks back harder then we push



And its so hard to sleep with her on my mind



Happy or sad

smiling or dying

longing for an embrace

for a rest of assurance



caught in a lover's insomnia