Nov 26, 2010 03:37
Oh sleep, i cannot
no one sleeps tonight, and there is no peace
even with the sweetest tones enfolding,
even with weaving patterned thoughts
even with the deepest dark enshrouding
or with a silence i might enforce from every allthing
there is no rest
for as i toss, my heart stirs with thoughts of morning come
oh sleep, I cannot.
when i think of morning time, your face across from mine
you are lit with inner fire and I burn with desire
this is what I see this night
do what you will, your hand is there, and i can touch it as i like.
see what you want, i won't know, for all my mind fills with your light.
frighten as you might, it won't matter, for all of me, quakes, for all of you.
say you don't want me, and i will pull you to me
speak any words you will, and my lips will silence them
oh most beloved, this madness is you
there is no sleep waiting for me
there is no peace tonight
and when tomorrow comes, i won't use my hand
to pick up tea, to set the spoon, to smooth the cloth
i will set my hand down upon on yours, instead,
and I won't let you pull away
Oh sleep, I cannot
no one sleeps tonight
not with my soul so wound
in covers bound by tossed
legs en-wrapped like ties
my longing keeps the world awake
no one sleeps tonight
no one sleeps tonight
Nessun Dorma Nessun Dorma
alessiana Nov 2010
2010,
poem