There have been those who have gone before and fallen.
It is in their memory that I now look where I am going.
-emercy
And sometimes it is just that it doesn't matter.
Can't sleep, no matter what I do, just lie here in bed.
Waiting for sleep to come, barely awake, one thought in your head.
It is too hot to sleep, too hot to move, no need for a blanket.
Wishing you could move, no energy to move, sheep escaping every net.
Tossing and turning, just looking at the ceiling from my pillows.
One more thought of a breeze, like the wind in the willows.
No matter what there is to do, every thought revolves around sleep.
One lousy little minute is all that I need, so tired I just want to weep.
I want to rest, why can't I sleep, I can't even pretend to snore.
There has to be some book to read, something to do, I can't take this anymore.
Everything is so hot and I just want to rest on a cool crisp sheet.
That would help, something to contrast this awful, sleep-depriving heat.
When you can't sleep, everything comes so sharp to mind, damn mattress.
Every sense is hightened, every noise is so loud, imaginary things making you guess.
You can feel every bump, every fold on a seam, and even the shape of the springs.
So here I lie, awake again, once more alert as the alarm begins to ring.
I wish I could sleep, I need to sleep, why am I so awake?
If this continues much longer, my sanity is threatening to break.
If this is how it is going to be, I might as well get up and say hello.
As the sky turns from the darkness of night to the morning's touch of yellow.
They say that girls are sugar and spice and boys are some part of a dog.
So many times they are trouble, like when they bring you a frog.
No matter what the reason, every girl is attracted, like a canary to a cat.
They make for days of fun, chasing the blues away and make you want to chat.
They can be so charming and make you think just of a sweet red rose.
How they can do that with their quirks and quandries no one really knows.
One smile and your heart flutters, but at times they can be perfect little angels.
Or they make your head confused, making you feel like you are caught in tangles.
Other times they just want to roam free, want to try and fly like an eagle.
Making you feel on top of the world, every sense of being truly regal.
You watch as they attempt the impossible and laugh when they hang from the trees.
You wait for a glimpse of them as they drift like a wind in the breeze.
You dream, once more you get lost in thought , your head in the clouds.
Every thought of the one boy, never forgotten, searched for in every crowd.
And wish that your heart won't be broken, but instead find a slice of heaven.
One more dream that this one will be just like the boy when you were seven.
A distance memory makes you smile of the times you practiced your signature.
Trying to be grown up, waiting for the chance to show you at your most mature.
Try as you may, it comes down to that one moment, that you really can't name.
Everything before goes out the window and boys will just be boys ... oh, what a shame.
The longer you sit and wait, the more the longing grows for that next beer.
One more step and the frosty mug comes so near.
You only think of the next one that comes, hopefully as cold as ice.
Knowing that the morning will come and not be very nice.
Every thought leaves your brain, no time to think, not even one thought of sex.
No thought for the consquences, one more drink to help you forget the ex.
Your thoughts they will turn, as the night comes to an end, a mental note to end in the bedroom.
Or at least hopefully someplace that in the morning is as quiet as a tomb.
One more step, you can make it, just take it a step at a time, move slowly.
This is a sacred ritual, after a few, the beers seem to get more glowly.
A hangover might surface in the morning, but that is later, you can regret anytime.
How often can you down a few and end the night in rowdy songs of rhyme?
But for now, that ice cold beverage before you takes your breath away, it looks good.
Another round for everyone, another shot for the pretty lady, if you would.
No time to think to the future, tomorrow is another day, today that beer is looking better.
The more you drink the closer, in your mind, your chance to get her.
As you grasp that can, or the bottle for the more petite, take a drink, damn that taste great.
The single life is wonderful, a cause to celebrate.
Close your eyes, enjoy the feel ... perfection, as always.
Never a better way to spend for the rest of your days.
I can never pick the best way to capture my love.
You were my soulmate, must have been sent from above.
The words sometimes open too easy a path for pain.
You made my heart stop and then start beating insane.
Every second without you, makes me long in agony.
Every minute with you, mades my heart dance like Cagney.
You made my heart sing, and stopped the dark heartache.
The sun would shine brighter with every breath that I take.
I was free to be silly, I admit, I basked in the stupidity.
Of how carefree my heart felt, when it was just you and me.
Every thought revolved around the dance of men and women.
Where the moments were precious, to all women and men.
One moment in time, where it is just you and me.
Where the beauty surrounds you in everything you see.
Not looking ahead, no telling the future, I couldn't think.
Afraid to lose sight of you, that you would be gone in a blink.
There were no questions between us, no need for telling what.
You were the better half, the sweet smelling rose, with no threat of a cut.
I live in the moment, now I just feel, no thoughts, no questioning why.
Because you complete me, your memory will always be close by.