All Night I Could Not Sleep

All Night I Could Not Sleep

All night I could not sleep.
Not because of the moonlight on my bed.
No, moonlight never bothered me.
You were not in my blankets, our blankets.
I kept hearing your voice calling me.
Out of nowhere, your voice calling me.
When I called back, there was no answer.
You did not answer. You did not answer.
You were not here and I could not sleep.

Now sleep no longer welcomes me.
Now dreams no longer welcome me.
I treasure the time when I slept and nothing could wake me,
Except your gentle blowing in my ear...
Except your long fingers making gentle traces on my skin...
Except your ardent kisses on my neck where the soft hairs grow...
Except your icy, shivering, wet body fresh from a swim...
Oh yes, my love, that would awaken me.
But you were not here and I could not sleep.

Now and then erratic sleep does find me.
And at those times little things awaken me.
Now a minuscule creature of the night awakens me.
Now a falling leaf awakens me.
Now a snapping twig awakens me.
Now dying embers awaken me.
Now the moments before dawn awaken me.
You no longer awaken me.
All night I lay alone in our blankets with endless tears.
For you are not here and I can not sleep.

© Skya Wode
03 September 2001

All night I could not sleep. Not because of the moonlight on my bed. No, moonlight never bothered me. You were not in my blankets, our blankets. I kept hearing your voice calling me. Out of nowhere, your voice calling me. When I called back, there was no answer. You did not answer. You did not answer. You were not here and I could not sleep.
	Now sleep no longer welcomes me. Now dreams no longer welcome me. I treasure the time when I slept and nothing could wake me, Except your gentle blowing in my ear... Except your long fingers making gentle traces on my skin... Except your ardent kisses on my neck where the soft hairs grow... Except your icy, shivering, wet body fresh from a swim... Oh yes, my love, that would awaken me. But you were not here and I could not sleep.
Now and then erratic sleep does find me. And at those times little things awaken me. Now a minuscule creature of the night awakens me. Now a falling leaf awakens me. Now a snapping twig awakens me. Now dying embers awaken me. Now the moments before dawn awaken me. You no longer awaken me. All night I lay alone in our blankets with endless tears. For you are not here and I can not sleep. © Skya Wode 03 September 2001