Une Poeme Pour Toi For You In the morning, see you there By the coffee, messed up hair Bedroom eyes, still glazed with sleep Yawning, dozing, counting sheep. You make me flutter in your lull Crack me open, break my hull This little crab still wants your bull Even if the timing's null. What to do when I can't sleep, Tossing, turning, counting sheep, Too complicated or too deep, For this thing, I will not weep. Still my friend, but absent here, Barely letting me still near, Tethered to the notion, dear One day you might ditch your fear. Now I've drown and rode the wave, I can no longer feel depraved, But still I wish, with each new face, With me you'd find a resting place. We cannot find one any day, In tune with one, in life's strange way, So like you, it's hard to breath, A miracle too cool to leave. What else brought me to this place, Just to fall in your embrace, Sit on you and make you hot, Then go follow something not? Tired of running, wasting time, Knowing what I want inside, A hamster's wheel's turning quake, What's the problem, why the wait? So go on follow her to fine, I have found a place and time, I've been living each day's rhyme, And I've got nothing left to hide. One day, though, I hope you'll see, What you've cast into the sea, Who has taken so much time, Time to write this stupid rhyme. ~Dana Nicole Haley, 2000