Troubled sleep

This, the mind that never sleeps,
The waking thoughts that forever creep,
Unceasing, undying screaming,
In loud whispers they dramatically shriek,
Scratching, clawing at these closed lids,
Unopened gaze that so many things hid,
You, beautiful soul troubled by aching dreams,
Rare flower grown in a lifeless crypt,
Here I sit and watch,
And touch your cold cheek,
Wondering what thoughts go on,
Inside your troubled sleep.

~Rei Shiori