Pillow

I'm surprised I managed to find solace to inscribe my thoughts despite the informational cataclysm occurring up there right now. Hm. Good, indication of sanity retention.

This one below...I think I'll write a tune for it once the hustle-and-bustle is over, won't do it justice if I don't; at least thats what I think.

Pillow

She’s been beside me, always there
since vacant memory
I’ve held her close from spring’s echoes
to winter’s evergreen
Night by night she’s been the drawer
of the prettiest, darkest dreams
and at dawn, no matter from which I left,
she’d never leave me.
She’d never leave me.
She’s braved the rains of my brown white clouds
and she’s never said a thing
Migraines, lullabies and folded hands,
now she’s old enough for me.
I wish she wasn’t white and soft
or something close to none
because I’ve dreamed that dream so many times
that she would be someone.

I’d scream and sweat and dry my eyes with
my head upon her heart
wishing she’d say, My days have gone,
but our days have just begun.

~tc©