Dreams

Roses are red
and I am so blue
thoughts of you swirl
like a dust-devil
in my head
as I lie awake
unable to dream
counting the days, hours, minutes
and nanoseconds
until I finally get
to touch, to hold
to talk to
and to see
you
but for that
I have to close my eyes
and dream
alas!
even that
I cannot
do.

(from SAYA to the non-existent...)

By the way, I wonder about some (voyeurs? as in like to watch but don't blog themselves) who go around analysing others thoughts and writings and words...why can't they just let them be human? Must everything be analysed to death? I find it extremely patronising...maybe they should analyse themselves...could gain much insight there into how much too highly they think of themselves compared to the reality of his/her creation from the lowly spermatozoa. Same as everyone else. Gray matter is too highly overrated over the real brain beating in the chest cavity.