adventures in dysthymia

Friday, December 03, 2004


You needn't have worried;
I just stepped out
to count the stars.

I thought I heard
them falling, falling,
falling all night

like summer rain.
Sleep, my love,
sleep on; I've taken

my inventory
and all is well
above and below.

Stephen Brooke ©2004

---A poem that references my tendency to sleepless nights. Usually, all isn't well but what the heck, I like happy endings.

1 comment:

Bob said...

Maybe all isn't always well, but it's beautiful work.