Of course I would
Love to live in your eyes.
Close my eyes to keep
Ocean voices in my head.
I get my best ideas
When I'm asleep.
I catch my thoughts one by one,
Like little birds, canaries,
Singing me to sleep.
How is it that I
Can never seem to catch
More than one, two?
Maybe, just maybe,
If I hold on,
Just a little while longer,
A little tighter, firmer,
I could stop grasping at straws.
Maybe then,
I could pick up a flower,
White, like the lily
A semblance of peace,
Green, hopeful.
May