Sleepless, I navigate my flowered bed and the shaded
Ceiling, she holds my mind, heart and raises fires 
At different potted intersections, spelled with the wine 
of love; I linger with hesitations of clouds, trees in her wind

The shades and shadows whisper her absence and silence 
Sleepeless here, is she also restless there thinking 
of love, of me?

I am sleepless yet asleep counting my beads in this dream.
Iam hanging in the prison yards of your heart,
Indebted to you dear, my love declines you. Indict 
And execute me for this grave felony of dreaming, loving.