A friend sleeps <br />In a midnight tree house <br />But I lie on my back <br />And count the dancing stars, <br />The illuminated souls <br />Drifting in timelessness. <br /> <br />There is so much suffering <br />Every day in the superficial rush <br />To measure time by success, <br />But I’ll return again <br />Thousands of years from now <br />After I’ve learned <br />To love and to smile. <br /> <br />I’ve known great artists <br />Who closed their eyes prematurely <br />At the zenith of their creativity, <br />And I’ve known children <br />Who’ve died in the crib <br />Or in automotive accidents. <br /> <br />Life is the fragile gift <br />That is only on loan; <br />While I’m here, <br />I’m trying <br />To put my heart and feelings <br />In a poem. <br /> <br />Read me in a quiet place <br />Where your soft tears <br />Can fall from vulnerable eyes <br />Upon my lonely page. <br /> <br />Everything will be redeemed <br />And nothing will vanish <br />Into the oblivion of insignificance: <br />Eternity will find us <br />And embrace us <br />In loving arms.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/read-me-in-a-quiet-place/
