SleeplessSoEyesAre the windows to the soulSo they sayIs it true?So I ask myselfOn those sleepless nights spentTossing, turningSweating, shiveringWonderingSo many peopleCrossing my mind butWhoAt this hourThinks of meThe clock creeps towards fourIn the morningMy mental wanderingsOnly drive hopes of sleepFurther awayI don't want to give upOn sleepingBut I just can't stopThinkingThinking about lifeAnd scienceAnd why we existThinking about my pastThe weatherAnd youAre you awake, too?What are you thinking about?Wondering about?Dreaming about?Do you think of meAs I think of youOn those sleepless nights?
WaitingI sit hereWaitingThe dawn comesChilly, cloudyBut stillI sit hereWaitingPeople pass in hordesJudging, insultingAnd yetI sit hereWaitingAnchors and chainsAppear around my anklesWeighing, draggingBut I'll still be hereWaitingFor the dayI can goHome
UntitledShe watches over our dreams and hopes as her boat glides across the sea. If you wake, you can see her drifting by, scattering grains of rice behind her. Wave to her, for she is lonely. Lonely, calm, and gentle. When you wake in a cold sweat from fear, she is the one who sings the song of sleep. When you turn your back to the bed and drink mug after mug of coffee for work and duty, she is the one who stays beside you. She is the flight of the owl, the twitching whiskers of a harvesting shrew. When you are afraid, she is the one who holds you. She is the one who whispers comfort and motivation in your ear as the dawn approaches. And when all her work is done, she docks her ship, and takes her turn to sleep.