Missing the Body
Heavy clouds drag night’s crooked river.
The body of sleepless hours is not found.
Above the atmosphere of days
the heart’s stone direction passes unseen
though out alone, in the cool rain
my skin is burning with its re-entry.
Heavy clouds drag night’s crooked river.
The body of sleepless hours is not found.
Above the atmosphere of days
the heart’s stone direction passes unseen
though out alone, in the cool rain
my skin is burning with its re-entry.
I thought I’d found the body last night, but it disappeared when I rose.
Man! That always happens.
Which gets annoying.
It’s hard to be a sleep astronaut. 😉 Jeff, could you email me your number? I don’t think I have the right one.
Yeah man! I’ll be in touch.
Talk to you soon!
Always glad to re-enter here, Jeff.