I Sleep on Sheets...

Sometimes I write stories, sometimes they are thoughts or concepts, sometimes they are statements toward humanity, sometimes they are photographs, and then sometimes they resemble poetry.

My kind of poetry of complex contemplations written to provoke deeper thought and often smiles of personal remembrance of the reader living their own poetry.

I was beyond exhausted, yet sleep evaded me to the point that I forced myself back to the computer to write the thoughts that kept me from my slumber. I did little editing the next day, in my eyes none was needed. It all made sense and it still does... peace

I sleep on sheets…

I sleep on sheets that have absorbed the blood and ink of a bonding moment that can never be taken away or erased.

I sleep on sheets that have witnessed a loving massage of a newly discovered oil that will forever bring smiles of knowledge.

I sleep on sheets that felt laughter vibrate itself throughout souls of those who are happy.

I sleep on sheets that contain the dried moisture of those who did not allow gravity to rule.

I sleep on sheets that secured breaths of whispered passion.

I sleep on sheets that ended a drought of trust.

I sleep on sheets that caressed skin of those who caressed.

I sleep on sheets that hold the secret of time.

I sleep on sheets that allowed friends to glide on overlapping paths while remaining on their own.

I sleep on sheets that captured a long overdue reunion between entities that have been lost at times.

I sleep on sheets that honor the bond that God created between those who know love.

For one more night I sleep on sheets that will inspire pleasant dreams of a long awaited reality.

Peace….. Jon Hunker - July 2010