Trying to be still, two wicks lit, one dancing shadow illuminates the lamp that shades my journal, trying to be still, too afraid the darkness encroaches upon me, but I’m saved by your reflection engaging in imaginative play, slaying my pain from the day, and I watch you move in my memory.

Trying to be still, I wait until my vision comes…

Dreams with you get me through. All I want is my late night peek, ohhh, just a bit to satisfy this addict? I promise I’ll be quiet, and then, I’ll be able to fall asleep, thinking about some kind of wonderful…