Prose and Poems of the Kapre

Here lies the Kapre, in all his splendor and misery.

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Insomnia

11:05 PM

Bed, save me a dream tonight.

A windy garden of joy
Beside a meditating sea,
Where the flowers are yellow
And the earth, kind.

Where passionately, the winds blow,
Igniting the heat of the soul.
Tempting to draw out
A lustful fight for
Drowned desires.

12:35 AM

Bed, please sing me a song.

A mermaid's hum
Mingling with the ocean's choir.
A silent song
To calm a despairing shore.
A lingering melody
To conjure the lord of sleep.

Or,-- a beggar's tune
On a bustling street.
A plea to the unkind.
A prayer for providence.
A passing lover's symphony.

2:00 AM

Bed, I just need your warmth tonight.

4:00 AM

Bed, damn you.

1 Comments:

At 4:42 AM, Blogger Chai said...

hihihi. nice piece. i can relate especially by the end of the poem

 

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