Something in my body quivers
It’s lurking there
And gives me shivers.
I’m scared to question what it is
For fear it runs away.
So armed with map and guidance book
I’m going to have a look,
Investigate what’s going on,
Discover if there’s something wrong
Or if it will come out to play.
I remember feeling this before,
I was younger then,
A different door
For feeling thus, I can’t explain
Why they’re returning once again.
I hope they stay.
I think an alien lives here
Chocolate’s always to the good
But beer I’ve never understood.
I might give that a try.
I feel my bod is quite remiss
To not explain what all this is
But all these things I go upon
I feel I might be growing young.
Video reading Growing Young
Fingers roam lightly to explore caves of darkness,
Unseen except in meanderings
Eyes burn into darkness,
And sweetened goals.
Tastes of molten liquid fire
And scented cores seek
Senses all invoked thus
We feel our journey’s way,
Listening to heated breaths
That cause limbs and hearts to sway.
Awake again at 4a.m.
New disconcerting routine,
Disturbs my equilibrium.
What can it really mean?
Alert in mind, I light and write,
Fast and furiously,
While body, eyes demand more hours
In unconscious liberty.
Expel the words, take down the notes.
Try to keep it legible.
Later on today, I know,
I’ll make it more intelligible
Except this one, it came to me,
Not at 4 but half past three!
It’s going in my post right now
As is. Insomnia is such a cow!
I never used to wake at all.
I slept and dreamt till wake-up call.
And now I can’t get through one night
Without waking, writing. And some is shite!
Has anyone an answer to
This problem? What to say or do?
Except. I don’t know. I may quite like
Waking in the dead of night
When all asleep explore their dreams
And I explore my mind.