if only to sleep...

the hours grow wee
as the wakeful ones pile up
the cat wails for a desire to be satisfied
while the eyes try to close long enough
to maybe catch a dream, nightmare
or nothing more then a moment of slumber
before the light of a new day dawns
and comes crashing through the windows
notifying me that my time is up
that the opportunity, the chance
the reprieve found in the soft serenity of a silent slumber
has been missed once again
forever lost somewhere between the weight of the world
‘woe is me’ missives,
staring blank pages
and clouds of hope and wonder let loose on the world
like many messages in many bottles thrown out to the many seas
each carry with it a hug, a kiss and a kind word
smoke signals of solidarity and love sent out on the breeze
carried away forever
but the sadness that they are sent to serenade always remains
as the hours grow wee
as the wakeful ones pile up
the cat wails for a desire to be satisfied
and I try to close my eyes long enough
to catch nothing more then a moment of slumber

-2006