Midnight dreams.

Midnight dreams.

I wonder
To the hills.
Trees
Grass
And nothing
No voice
To be heard.
A home I build
For a head
With out a pillow.
I sleep alone
With only
A memory
Several times over.
I cry
In my restless sleep
To awake
To a sound
I though sect to exists
A guitar
And a voice.
Him.
He’s alive.

June 24, 2009
24:48