The Voice That Keeps Me Awake

 There is nothing more human than the inability to sleep
At least I finally have a good reason

I lie awake thinking of you
Beauty with emblazoned eyes
Finding me when I was not looking

I only reached out my hand
To give a kind word
Without a sense of superiority

Secrets whispered, voices low
Understanding, not judgment
Trust with no contempt

Amazing, beautiful women do not talk to me
Those who do feel they are doing me a favor
Most of the time, I believe them too

You see what others cannot bring themselves to look for
You’ve seen my darkness and not run 
Your eyes confer hope to a place others have written off 

I pray for the craziness to keep you for myself
To say "To Hell with everyone else"
Being selfish and wonderful

If this is all a dream
Then please let me sleep a little longer
And hang onto the dream that couldn’t possibly be real