Insomnia

I'm closing in on you, Sleep.

Quiet as a leopardess,

Light as a fleeting thought,

With the stealth 

Of a seasoned mariner

Escaping merciless tides and whirlpools.

I'm closing in on you,

Sleep. 

Tonight shall be about 

Dreaming

And resting

And leaving behind 

A sick trail of insomnia

So that it may drip down

Into the cup of another

Less fortunate soul

Fated to lay with open eyes

As the moon waxes and wanes

And their lover pulls away

Their hands 

To cradle their own dreams.

Nope.

Maybe we shall meet again

On a sunnier morning,

When the marigolds are

In full bloom,

Like glorious little drops of sunshine,

When a jazzier song is playing

And I'm waltzing 

With the love of my life.

We look at the open door

And smile 

At this most charming visitor.

"It's been so long since we met,

Honey".

You smile back at us

And we hug, like mother and child.

And I shut that door down.

It will never open again,

And you will never have to leave. 

Son

What could I write

To perfectly describe you?

I don't know enough adjectives,

The moon pales in comparison,

And the constellations seem

Like unrelated sploshes of ink.

But then,

Perhaps I could compare you

To a sunflower

Blooming in yellow glory,

Always looking up-

A beacon of positivity.

Tall stemmed, golden petaled,

Joyous and uplifting

The brightness of my life,

And the life of the garden

Where you have been planted to bloom.