Horned Owl

Heavy worries and thoughts are

Drowned out by the soft hooting of

The great-horned owl.

Who sits outside my window

And lulls me to sleep….

"Whoo! Whoo-whoo-whoo! Whoo! whoo!"

"Are you awake? Me too!"

Somewhere you are awake,

although I am fading into sleep,

My thoughts are caressed by the owl,

And I wonder if he is a reflection of you

Wishing to be ever closer.

Perhaps he is just an owl,

And you just a man,

Who captivated my heart,

And took hostage my dreams.

Tangles

In a tangle of bed sheets and comforter,

I laid in fitful disgust, waiting

Should sleep come, it would ease my mind.

Yet there is no rest when I cannot

Be where I most want to be.

Images of skin and smells rush back

Flooding my brain and my thoughts

Turn to you.

So distant from me, yet

In this ever-connected world,

I can see your face and it turns my heart.

It fools me into believing

That you are near, and I anticipate

The sleep that is reluctant to come;

The dreams in which

we can finally touch….