Walls

People say time flies

but at night it seems to crawl

like its wings are made of sunlight

and once the sky grows dark, 

it can't continue on. 

So, it falls to the groud

and underneath the stars,

it drags itself around

which gives me plenty of oppurtunity 

to feel alone

and wonder where you are.

My walls just listen to me 

counting down the hours

waiting for sleep that will never come

because I don't consider it sleep 

when visions of you are all I see.

The back of my eyelids

merely a projector screen 

of how I wish you and I could be.

And, as the sun's rays flood the earth

and time's wings regain their strength,

my walls stand steady

and listen to me beg for the moon