watchers

truth is, I just didn't want to sleep.
At all, wary little dreams, pit-falls
and nightingales.
Blue birds, and tall tales.

Truth is I just wrote this for you,
knowing you would read it soon,
dare I dream knowing you would.

Maybe I'll dream of you?
And all your little quirks,
I've never met nor could I ever...

nor could I ever, predict or prescribe them,
describe or detain them to you,

whoever you are
I know you're loyal,
because you are...

reading this in your mind,
giving the words a chance, and I hope I don't be-tray,
your trust, with this,

I hope I don't be-tray, you today,
or tomorrow, yada yada yada

etcetera, etcetera,

so on, so forth, and yours truly,
an author,
an author,
to some loyal listener.