Why I can't sleep

I think it's just because
I want and need to be
with you, my friend.
You're all I think about,
see, feel and hope to hold and touch.
Such a large part of my life,
you've become,
that my body has come to need
you
to be sufficient.
You simply make me
who I am
and have tremendously aided
me
to become the person
I am,
which will in turn,
somehow,
enable me to be
this person
I've never been in a hurry
to become.
I'm finally here
and things are going well;
so I'm excited, anxious and overwhelmed,
for once,
about the positive possibilities,
about our lives, together--
my life with you.
So when you tell me to
spray lavender,
drink chamomile tea
or warm milk
(forget counting sheep)--
know that it's with
only you
that I
can soundly
rest,
if not sleep
to dream,
to wake beside,
to watch us grow,
to believe and read
our two stories
in one
together.

P.S. You're the reason I smile.

Random Thought of The Day

While trying to explain something I can't quite grasp, I jotted down an attempt to articulate my thoughts:

I feel it’s something inherently inside all of us: the urge to know, that incessant need to explore possibilities not only out there in the unknown but also to draw on the potential somehow laying dormant inside of us.

What do you know about that?

August 27th

I feel like tomorrow's Christmas

but there are no presents

to unwrap,

no lights strung

on railings or gutters--

nor does the distinct smell

of winter

warm the air.

Instead, it's August

and we'll wake to check

the island's weather

because someone

named a storm

to rain on

our parade.