Sleep Patterns - Memoryhouse

Wait indoors

Slept to waste the time until I Hear the sound

Of your footsteps climbing up the

Porch as it rains

Trembling voices propogate these rooms

I keep my eyes closed and listen to the noise

Pull the sound that lingers through the space that fills this house around

Was I alone in dreams of something good?

Water stains

On the pillow where I lay my head

Do they say that I was sleeping

When away do I Wait, shadows climb windows, fading days as I Trace the light that flickers through the room

Pull the sound that lingers through the space that fills this house around

Was I alone in dreams of something good?