I tried and tried to make it fit within
the sonnet’s form. But the words resisted,
and the thoughts rebelled, and the energy
contained inside the thoughts, inside the words
sprung forth and said, “Hell no!”
So here’s the simple truth: When we’re apart
I cannot sleep. For days on end I’m just
a wreck. Dark rings surround my eyes. Edgi-
ness. A suffix added to an adjective
to make it a noun, a name that describes
and defines a state of being. My state
of being. A man can die from sleep de-
privation. But you know that already.
Please let’s not pass another sleepless night.
we seek to
impose on artists
are a function
of our own
If we choose
to sit in prisons
of our own making,
the world is a prison –
it is not.
Dear friend, with pen in hand and feelings true
I sing for you this song. Despite my voice,
Too base in places to be understood,
You’ll sense the message: soothing, moving, light,
Disarming, satisfying. Rendezvous
Tonight with me, take flight, delight, rejoice
In that we share this love, exchange this word
That lives past sunsets, through the darkest night.
I can’t contain the energy this thought
Now generates: it makes me want to dance,
Sing, shout, tell all the worlds, turn somersaults;
It makes me grateful, thankful for romance.
When passing passions blue bid me adieu,
I seek safe harbors, true, kind friend, near you.