buzz buzz buzz

spirits of ancient forests come to die
in this hot place and here i rest my head
the ghost and human sharing the same bed
above there buzzes one annoying fly
almost asleep but the more that i try
to conjure up a dream the sweat i shed
would float a navy of the quick and dead
and so i watch as the long hours drift by
matters discussed in daylight may not keep
but patience is each time its own reward
and every single thing another test
and so i lie the ghost keeps me from sleep
my eyes are open and my mind is bored
the night's too short and leaves no time for rest

riverrun

stories never end
we enter them and leave them
to be forgotten