These solitary conversations
occurring at night
when I lay down
immersed in the comfort
of my bed
sleep eludes me
when thoughts overtake me
invading the silence
the wonderings
over things of the day
of life
and possibilities
things left behind
so very long ago
escaping
I float beyond
into the place inside
I call my own
a private refuge
it still exists
that turmoil
of thought and dream
hope and fear
ahhh but how dare it invade me
when I am most vulnerable
so easy to defend
in daylight
when the mind is busy
with other matters
now I seek only sleep
and a better day
when I rise
©Karen Damon 06/2004
