Nothing seems to ever be right without you here with me.

Every time I fall asleep some how you always cloud my dreams…wanting to be free of you but some how you always manage to come back in my life.

I bet you want to know why I can’t walk. You will be amazed at the story… OK maybe not.

It is not just important to get out of bed every dawn, but must do it with a useful purpose. Planning for the day is a humble way to move towards great achievements.

This is a poem about a baby only going to sleep when she is safe in mums arms.

You are such a comfort to me.

A love poem.

You visit in dreams.

The battle between reality and dreams.

Enslaved by insomnia once more, where dreams and reality are intertwined…