A Night's RansomSome nights I can ease you into my dreams,More Like This
Just as soft as you please;
But on rare evenings, when the spring air is warm
A nebula of fire burns slowly through me
And I miss you like the sun misses the horizon.
It aches like a fresh bruise
A pulse to my heart with a coursing shock
And all I can do is squeeze you tight
Held close in my heart’s arms
A curled up form around pillows
With every intention of making them you.
Sleep comes fitfully, ever so slightly
Semi-conscious moments awash with your touch
And with every second I am awake,
The night air reminds me that you are there
Somewhere between my heart and my fingers.
In those brushes of time just before dawn,
I feel like I am surrounded by your arms,
Held close for want of nothing more
Other than a sense of comfort and knowledge
That there are things in this world
Worth much more than any king’s ransom.