365 Days of Creativity
day fifty nine
Sleep;
Your eyes are closed
and tightly
squeezed
to shut the light
too bright
you whisper
reach for my hand
it's rough and cold
too alien
for you to hold
pushed away,
I understand
If eyes were closed
my lids like yours
I too would shy
away from ice.
Your dreams stay
quiet
Your lips lay
closed
Your skin so
friendly
but I, too bold
shall sit and
wait
shall stay for
days
while thoughts so
easy
hold
you
close
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