September 8, 2015

Falling

Tired but cannot sleep
scrambled thoughts invade my mind
night becoming day


The past cannot stay
faster now, you run away
falling in the dark


The bell starts to peal
held suspended in our dreams
which one is real


Time elevates time
to sleep, a train whistles sleep
slumber into deep


Empty nights without dreams of you
Pain flies as I see your face in the clouds
Empty days when thoughts of you are blown away



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