beau sturm

nocturnal lullaby

listening to the rain
whispering of former days
rain drops in vein
driving me sane

what do i do

unconditional ear
undermining fear
monday is not clear
last week too near

i am not you

reality fades sideways
impressions have many shades
hearts are really spades
standing when they should lay

i know i do

dreams are mundane
not knowing what to say
once proud now frayed
ink spots gray

what do i say