Umpteenth Hour

Television doesn't grab me any more,
I'm on a mattress on the floor,
And in the next room i can hear you moving,
In the arms of a dream, not needing me.

The face in the ceiling tells me of sleep,
But its the umpteenth hour and the birds have awoken,
Now is a time to feel my knots,
Untangle myself from this lonley pillar
On which I have become entwined.

I might sleep all day.

Your kindness falls like rain,
It washes me away,
Down to a river,
And to an ocean where I float in bitter sweet,
Entrenched in this feeling of incomparable...

...friendship.