Thy tender heart beats lightly in thy bosom. <br />Thine angelic face I cradle close, whispering words of comfort to soothe thy troubled sleep. <br />Thou knowest not the depths of mine heart, <br />As it beats stolidly for thee alone. <br />I lie awake this fateful night, watching thee as thou sleepest deeply, <br />Untroubled by the Chaos surrounding two as we. <br />We flee by day, searching the vast lands for one hospitable place, one sole source of true freedom. <br />Thou knowest not of mine own feelings; carrying on as usual. <br />Thy looks at others torment mine heart, hidden by a placid smile and weary laugh. <br />The nights are mine own chance to manufacture love, <br />To create that which exists solely within mine own tortured mind, <br />As thou liest sleeping tenderly, assuming nothing. <br />Oh, how I long to see thy dreams, and hope mine efforts are not in vain! <br />Dost thou dream of me this night?<br /><br />Elizabeth Sheaffer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lonely-insomnia/
