No rest for the wicked,
and no rest for the weary.
My eyes become slickened,
dreaming of the dreary.
You’re an idol, dearest lover,
promising tranquility.
Love in thee, I have discovered,
is paired with fragility.
Close my eyes to clear away
the noxious thoughts clouding my mind,
Though I would wish that I could stay,
I fear, I must leave thee behind.
Overwhelmed by serenity,
My sleepless nights, they come no more.
In the lack of your terrenity,
harmonious dreams, then are restored.
This poem was written in 2018.