Storms race around my home tonight

warnings never heard before,

I’m leaning against sleep’s shoulder

wondering if I can fall away

into her quiet.


My mind has decayed into worry

and my heart to the fire’s heat

if only for a while,

let me fall away.


How I wish sleep would

circle me and cover me,

taking me down for the count,

cover me and breath on me,


then dreams would arrive

on shining gray horses

in the misty mountain shadow

long into the desert scenes.


11 Oct 08