Seconds slowly turn to minutes

Later minutes crawl to hours

As a fire burns between my ears

Rain pours then gently showers.

As I watch the midnight hour

Slow, transform to morning's break

Not a wink of sleep has graced me

For I know that all's at stake.

And as my arms still reach out seeking

Comfort, comfort evermore,

The burning spreads down to my chest

And my emotions are at war.

My plea for help escapes

The wheels that burn within my mind

And how I wish, now more than ever

I was yours

And you were mine.

-Victor Tinsdale