Orient align my circadian rhythm normalize it to the hours of the waking hold me tight in mists of slumber warmth to carry me through the night
i'm tired, so tired of being tired waking in the midst of a bustling world tangled by daily routines of the clock resting in the depths of dusk just as the world stirs from inertia
i don't want to look up at the moon alone even if we see it at the same time though our hearts may beat as one apart, their rhythms be diminished
come my love, or to you i go into arms of comfort, of warmth and peace no more abiding to timed scrutiny of my academic wit for I want to hold you, feel your toes wiggle and the breath on my face
to be restored a place of sanity pointed towards the light protected by the safety of your embrace from the darkness of the night
| feeling: tired | | listening: clickityclack of typing |
