My Ceiling

On sleepless nights When I lie awake I often stare Before I break. I stare at you, Oh ceiling, friend. I stare to make The nightmares end. In deepest thought I watch you glow. Tattered beams Of moonlight show Your many patterns, A deep mirage I think I see A pale visage. But no, you're just An empty ceiling But oh, old friend You mask the feeling You know, the one That haunts my sleep. The memory I Don't wish to keep Of long lost friends And broken dreams. In the night, Much worse it seems. So as I drift Oh ceiling, friend, Don't leave me till It's at an end.