This week’s poem, a musing on sleepless nights and the thoughts we keep at bay.
What if?
Awake when I would have been sleeping
You’re pale at foot-end of my bed
I snub you, cling tight to my pillow
Hoping dream signal’s misread
Dark, dull drone of night in far distance
Offers no shelter, no lies
Sleepless blankets no comfort
Can’t keep out the glow of your eyes
I know chants, I’ve learnt meditation
Beautiful memories shared
A shake of your head sends them fleeing
This time is your time, you’re prepared
Dread of too late, no way back now
Horror of prices unpaid
Fear of un-trodden pathways
Unfulfilled plans that I laid
Imagine the pigments of difference
Shades of alternative lives
Colours, hidden in daylight
Stand bright in the darkness of night
Kampala 2018
I too was awake that night, and read your poem at four o,clock. beautifully written, so deep, so sad. a poen good to share-
I can totally identify with these sentiments, probably for very different reasons. As always beautifully stated. Thank you for sharing your beautiful insightful poems, X
Thank you, Jan. Im site all our What if? Questions are different.