Sleepless Winter

It's another evening
And me curled up by the fire
The firelight reflected in my eyes
Flickers and wavers
Giving way to strange stories
Which, if you were to look 
Into my eyes, you would see there


My eyes glaze over
A small smile curls my lips
A hundred years pass before my eyes
And the silence is suddenly close
Just at my elbow


Something curled up in my lap
Like a housecat purrs
I stroke it absently and smile
As I look upon things that never were


There's a pain in the centre of my forehead
Where there's a wrinkle coz I frown a lot
My mother thinks its a bad thing
But I really couldn't care less
I'm asleep with my eyes wide open
I'm dead to the world
Even as my hands stroke something
Absently, that lies curled up in my lap


There's something to be said
About these things I see
When I'm awake and yet asleep


A bit of replay here
A bit of fantasy there
A sliver of wistful thinking
And a song long forgotten
A face I've seen many times before
In a game I used to play when I was a child
All mixed up with the tears I shed


My pet curled up in my lap purrs
And snarls at my dreams if they get real bizarre
She'll watch over me all winter
So I can lean back with my glass of pineapple beer
And smile as I sail away
On a wave of breezy imagination