exhaustion

chin on chest
typing too
waken i
from dreams of you

start awake
see i you
typing me
"where are you?"

stumbling fingers
tripping try
to stay awake
and open eyes

frozen words
upon the screen
scroll unheard
slumber keen

sherry 3/24/98

INSIDE MY HEAD

wind-whipped trees
slashing rain
love cold, chilled
inside pain

promises spoken
memories faded
promises broken
heart so jaded

Kentucky man pines for me
cabin, land, starlit nights
strong and healthy, needing me
offers life without the fights

heart in tumult seeking yet
promises inside the net
afraid to feel what must needs be
'fore i can live, before im free

confused i am
sometimes it seems
is this life i live - 
or are they dreams?

my heart filleted
blood running wet, red
sherry reborn
the wife is dead

Sherry  3/6/98 ©

with veneration i adore
the words you say to me
to say im cheered is not quite it
lifts and sets me free

the dawn it rises...day begins
yet mine it barely close
my slumber restless, torment some
while others: they arose

dreams and melodies of night
entermingle and entwine
Sol is shining bright
sets a mood and drifts me in

alas, i wake
to mundane world, errands, duties too
my countenance shakes
torn from dreams of you

when i gazed on your face
thy countenace sweet
and met in that place
and felt your heart beat

the day since dawning
the air stale, yet cool
i long for the evening 
and being with you

waft scents of jasmine 
and nights gentle wind
regret i our parting
again and again

Sherry  3/6/98 ©

tears on my pillow
feathers sticking
pricking
me

sure i cry
scratched my eye
dammit
just another lie

tossing, turning 
vitals burning
scorched, heat
god im beat

cringe and cower
scream and cry
if i dont sleep
im gonna die!!!

break me out 
set me free
this fucking web
is killing me!!!!

'sob'
...sigh...
goddam feather
in my eye

Sherry  3/23/98

whipping winds
hail and rain
love it blows 
torrential pain

wild and windy
furious sky
lightening jagged
streaking high

tumultous tempest
tender rage
confusion, illusion
turn the page

atop the hill
arms furled high
strike me lightning
sodden,cry

misty moonlight
rainfall ends
mother moon upon me
in good time mends

sherry  3/17/98©