The Debt Collector

Old sleep, you’ve waited so long for me.
Old sleep, you smell like earth, and I
Awake with hair of grey.

Old sleep, even when I called to you,
You waited somewhere darker,
Measuring my breaths, as I
Measured the stones in my heart.

Old sleep, you drank an ocean dry.
Old sleep, you’re heavy with Autumn, and I
Have no other place to go.

mr oCean
March 2011