Upon Pillows Creased

Head lain upon cold creased pillows,

Sleep cries softly, but a distant dream.

Starlight light through window now gleams.

Hearts are laid to rest beside a willow near a whispering pine.

I chase only the silence of hope to once again claim as mine.

Yet to only chase the silence, is to only hear its lonely scream.

I lift my eyes unto the heavens and pray but rest this day.

Too many are the emotions, too many dreams which haunt in the night.

Soon now to be CHRISTmas day…yet, oh yet tis sleep I only pray.

Yet I should forget, I should remember no more.

For to only sleep without dreams would be my heaven galore.

J. Allen Wilson © 12/23/2009