I tried to count to forty winks, but I could not suppress all of my thinks. They rush in and out all night long, I thought them weak but damn they’re strong. Thoughts of life and love and you. Thoughts of the wondrous things we’ll do. I tried to count to forty winks, you told me to sleep I got to the brink. I was so close but alas I failed. I pictured the sand and a little blue pail. We used it to build our sturdy new home. A sand castle of sorts amongst little bits of sea foam. Little crabs walked by at their slow, little pace. We looked at the clouds from our special, new place. Then my thoughts carried us through dangerous alleys, full of adventure on our way to the valleys. Up and down hills and mountains and such. Each place I saw during the embrace of your touch. I tried to count to forty winks, insomnia you see, is full of these kinks. I do not feel sad for the sleep that I lose, for each moment awake is spent thinking of you. The bags under my eyes may look very blue, but they are quite busy holding every memory of you. Do not worry about me for I do not want help. I can function quite fine as if you can’t tell. Ok so maybe I tend to get cranky. This is only because, the nights are so lengthy. The problem with being an insomniac, is no one is there to conversate back. You are left all alone with yourself and your thoughts. My thinks luckily are worth being thought. They are made up of you, and the joy that you bring. They are the reason, that sing-song birds sing. While down at our little paradisiacal place, the sun’s shining upon your beautiful face. Sea gulls above our culling with cheer, for they know that the sunset is drawing near. The day comes to an end and all I can think, is how grateful I am, I didn’t make it to forty winks.
