Why I Can't Sleep At Night

This was a bad idea

No, I really shouldn’t do this

But then I ask: Why not?

And so here it is…

Like a rose in the sky

And so pretty in pink

Locked in home knit eyes

I didn’t even think

It was a certain way of seeing

They were my heart’s fated howls

It was talking without words

And listening to a city of owls

It was having inside jokes

Like the one about the raccoon

It was sitting up at night and writing

About it all under that half moon

It was reading all the time

Only to criticize the words

It was knowing the best was meant

And knowing that I was heard

It was white shirt and black tie

And everything in between

It was locking eyes with an angel

If you know what I mean

It was enticing green eyes

And looks that could kill

It was being able to play

Knowing you didn’t need much skill

It was terribly lovely

And lovingly terrible

It was waiting but never patient

Always quiet but never silent

It was running away from me

Through eloquent photography

It was something that was never said

But it still lingered in your head

It was the press, without pressure

And in a moment that night

It was new castles, new friends

In a soft and gentle light

It was watching the gypsy

Become all scuffed up

It was lying right there

And it was more than enough

It was locking eyes

With a short skirt flirt

It was blind and dumb

And it couldn’t be hurt

It was watching the east wood

As it fought decomposition

It was loving the moment

And being aware of our position

It was the pronunciation of words

And the laughter that did follow

It was never looking forward

And ignoring that it was hollow

It was taking care of one

While that one took care of me

It was happily closing my eyes at night

Because it was roses I did see

It was how it wasn’t lazy

But that it was merely just asleep

It was a love of mountains

No matter how steep

It was loving every moment

But watching every mistake

It was gazing upon true beauty

It was icing on the cake

It was knowing you hated your job

But that someone else could relate

It was watching someone leave

And hoping it could be fate

It was airport pickups

After you had landed from up above

It was an understanding not spoken

But some might call it love

It was a drink that had to be shaken

And then equally stirred

It was having it all come down

And you didn’t even say a word

It was cold climates and daydreams

It was falling apart at the seams

It was waking up without

And then retreating within

It was watching it end

While wondering how it did begin…

Like a rose in the sky

And so pretty in pink

Locked in home knit eyes

I didn’t even think