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By Gala Submitted by Galadrial Date: 2001 Jul 24 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.24.12.34.9973]] |
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I almost cannot remember when night was the stuff of dreams, falling asleep with my arms wrapped around a book, seeking solace in cloud built places, and never dreaming that there were arms for me. You brought music to fill lonely nights, fell in love with my laugh and gave me the courage to sing all the love longs I was too shy, or craven or cowardly to own, even when they played over and over in this bubbling Rockola of a heart. I promised you or was it myself that I would never claim ownership--- but when you gave your heart to me, wrapped in a crimson ribbon, I took it with greedy hands. And now after a year of living for my nights I must sleep again, even knowing that you are there, awake aware hungry and yes my love, needy. So sleep will take me, instead of you and I will hear Celine and Faith and Keelaghan in my dreams and wonder if they will sing your dreams in ordinary time. |