Sleep Patterns

Waiting doors
Slept to waste the time until I
Hear the sound
Of your footsteps climbing up the
Porch as it rains
Trembling voices propogate these rooms
I keep my eyes closed and listen to the noise

Pull the sound that lingers through the space that fills this house around.
Was I alone in thinking something good?

Water stains
On the pillow where I lay my head
Do they say that I was sleeping
When away do I
Wait shadows climb window fading days
As I trace the light that flickers through the room

Pull the sound that lingers through the space that fills this house around.
Was I alone in thinking something good?