Absence and FondnessIf absence makes the heart grow fonder,
distance makes the soul up and wander.
With miles between us and your voice in my head,
I can't talk back so I listen instead.
An empty lonely bed makes me cold before I sleep,
no one to hold me close, no where to wrap my feet.
Insomnia embraces me where your arms should hold me tight,
I up and leave my bed, too lazy to fight.
When morning comes it brings with it distraction,
out of the house is social interaction.
But on my mind you play looking for affection,
I can't help my soul wandering in your direction.
Being alone makes me sad and I try not to ponder,
being with you now would make my heart grow fonder.
Her Silent SongShe sings to me in her sleep,
Delicate rhythms play off her skin,
She dances with every breath,
Rhythmic beauty in null sleepless motion,
Every note of her angelic song
plays a harmony just for me,
Every non spoken word engulfs my ears,
She emanates a silent chorus,
A lullaby that beckons me to the same place as her,
With failed resistance I follow peacefully,
I know that when sleep shares us both,
We will be singing a blissful duet.