(10) Birds Sang, then I slept

10. Sleep theme. Getting less afraid of the critic. That is all.




Last night I didn't sleep until the birds sang
Early in the morning, almost dawn
I laid awake they sang outside my window
And my thoughts tumbled low and deep and long

In the wee, small hours of the morning
I live through all my terrors and my dreams
What once was comfort's now's restriction
as I toss and turn under wadded sheets

My partner lays beside me like a buddha
I don't want to disturb but still I do
It's just that I feel hot and helpless
when you can sleep and I'm stuck watching you

In the wee, small hours of the morning
I live through all my terrors and my dreams
Through every promise that's been broken
and every itchy hurt that's in between

Last night I couldn't sleep until the birds sand
Early in the morning, almost dawn
In a way I admit that I was grateful
for the meant the dark night was almost gone

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