And so I sit here by the windowsill
The night’s dark and chillingly still
Gazing up from my ivory tower
I see the faded moonlight shower
I wonder why I toss and turn
Have I got a guilty conscience?
The world deludes
All sleep eludes
I wait, and I wait
As my head hits the bed
For the blanket of slumber to keep me warm
To keep me safe from my raging storm
I wonder when I’ll fall asleep
Wonder if your word you will keep…
July 18, 2007
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