Eyes open
I listen
Hearing the sound of wind chimes,
Softly they come together
Tin sounding ting ting
Over and over
And I toss and turn.
Nature sounds
The button pushed in desperation
To fall into slumber
And I know the reasons why
My mind will not shut down
With this intrusion of sound.
My ears know the difference
Of live or memorex,
There is no soft soothing breeze
As the chime move in the night,
Harsh parking lot lights
Steal my sleep like a thief,
There is no darkness
with fresh moon glowing to say goodnight
Through the crack in the shade,
There are no branches brushing together
Like lovers in the dark,
There is only this,
A box of deceit
Masquerading chimes
Laughing at me
As I yearn for the truth
Of a summer breeze on me
As I lay me down to sleep.
Thoughts on the hotel radio, nature sounds to lull you off….or not.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 