sleepless for you

Sleepless.
Nothing at all to hear except the occasional dull roar of the highway.
The house is dark.
The moon sheds her sweet silver light into the bedroom,
illuminating only shadows and imagination.
My thoughts swarm,
swim,
tangle,
explode.

Why must I think of you?

Everything and Nothing

There are some days when I want to do everything. I want to be everywhere. I am strong, out-going, intelligent, funny. I could skip to the moon and be back in time for dinner and then wash the dishes afterwards.

And there are some days when all I want to do is sit. Soak in the world around and sit motionless, dreaming, thinking my own private thoughts in my own private world. I want nothing to do with people, school, work. I want only to gaze off in the distance, wondering what God has in store for me.

I love Simon and Garfunkel. . .

KATHY'S SONG
Paul Simon - 1965

I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls

And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies

My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your day

And a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme

And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you

And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I