sleepless

[Shem]

Love,
Love, love, love.
It’s a hard thing, feed by ambrosia when good
And wine when wanting.
The slightest upset causes tremulous emotions
But the bliss of togetherness, what else?
Love,
Right there, sleeping above you,
Yet here you sit awake and alone.
Why?
Can it be she doesn’t care?
NO NO NO NO!
There are pressures in life, unfair to the
Finer emotions.
For those nights was wine created.
Once the stresses of the everyday world
Give way,
What bliss!
Love
In her eyes
In her movement
In her every waking moment
But the nights can be long
Whence the doubts creep in
Foolish, banal, unfounded thoughts
The insecurities of the waking world.
But what is life, if not a dream?
And my dream, of course, is her.

[Barry]

I can so relate to this. And the title fits perfect.

Peace,
Barry

[Arcadia]

iteration sounds good in your poem, congratulations!

[Doreen Peri]

Lovely, Shem! Beautiful.

(nice to see you.. long time!)

[creativesoul]

It is as if I have been there... Great description!