I find I don’t want to sleep,
I don’t wish to,
my dreams are not enough
to bring you with me,
to hold court with a passion,
a sweet endeavor,
memory,
Too often I am searching for you,
finding you so near,
I can feel you, sense you,
touch your soul
because
we are,
we walk together,
it becomes so real,
when I wake,
the yearn becomes
the next cycle of my own
lonely travel.
My greatest regret,
is when staying awake,
too many hours go by,
prevents me from dreaming
of you
holding
me.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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