It's Not My Restlessness.

My eyes adjust to the flickering-
the eyelids of light
flash by in one pulse,
yet I put away the child in me,
the girl who wants to cower
in the darkness of hoping
to sleep peacefully.

You seem to echo everywhere;
I feel it more than the blood
at my lips,
awaiting you.

And when I lose the feel of sleep
I'll know it wasn't wasted,
because thoughts of you
are better shared
when my heart's not even trying.

April 24, 2012.