Poem (dated November 2002)

He wakes,
half-drowned in the glow of
the noon sun's
rays piercing through
frosted windows.

He mutters a curse
and laments the loss of his morning,
smelling sourness,
and through blurry vision sees
a pool of drool on his pillow,
stained brown with
blood.

He thinks of his loved one,
his heart a thousand miles away,
drifting to an unknown destination, and
pulsating to the beat of
a phantom train.

He sinks deeper
into the depths of his blanket
and pulls its crinkly veil
over his face,
his body stiff under the weight
of endless tomorrows.
He shuts willing eyelids
and dreams of
yesterday.

Author's note: I wrote this poem in the winter of 2002, when a person I was infatuated with was travelling abroad in Siberia. In my loneliness and desperation(gasp! those were such crazy days) , I used sleep as an escape. Just thought I should share one of my favourite creations. : )