I lay my head down

In preparation for sleep

But I know it won’t be

A sleep so deep

That I won’t have a dream

Of you and me

And I’ll awake soon later

With cold hands and feet 

Because without you

I’m just not as warm 

I’m just not the same

Inside and out

05.05.11 (How I Long)

United States Holocaust Memorial Museum

Where have you gone,

My sweet inspiration?

My nectar

Of thoughts and visions.

Grown upon flora

Beside the river’s basin,

And harvested

With soft precision.

Oh How I long,

For the abundant days,

When my tongue

Was all but graceful.

When my words would dance

And tastefully play,

And were laid

To sleep in a cradle.