JP

I woke up this morning from a rather pleasant dream, and as consciousness treaded the fine line between imagination and reality, Shakespeare’s verse came to mind:

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun…

Verses of comic proportions.

Often on a dark dark night, such as this,

Lovers, and villains, steal more than a kiss.

To ensure that things don’t get too darn far,

A silhouette of a man and his friend

Jump into a pimped up, tank-like, super car.

Breaking the sound barrier, they chase evil fiends.

In bulletproof tights- that make women blush,

They bully the bad guys into a hush.

While packing the thief for deportation,

Using ears adept at echolocation,

One of the two detect a cry for help.

“Dids’t thou hear that yelp?” , he said. “Yes, sirrah,

The miscreant must have farted in thy car.”

“O, thy folly is so great! Why dear gods,

Did thou curse, with a sidekick, like this?”

Handing him an intelligence boosting belt,

They mounted the car, and rushed to help

The damsel who cried out in great distress.

Here lies the legend, of Gotham’s Dark Knights,

Brave saviors who adorned Shakespearean tights:

Nocturnal-Echolocating-flying-

Mammal- man and his silly feathered friend.

Last night, as I wrestled the suffocating humidity, half-scratched-to-death my own body, and fought off unseen and innumerable mosquitoes, all for the sake of finding a few hours of sleep, it occurred to me, that the Olympics in Beijing was missing one other endurance sport. 

Yet staying up alone at night is a strangely rewarding experience. The tranquility of the night and the stillness of the dark is lovely even if it is a bit clammy. Last night’s prolonged consciousness also gave me some time to talk to God, properly, unhurried and in earnest.

Tonight, I find myself at Kyle’s place, hopefully, my eyes will find rest and sleep.

Sometimes,

I think of you,

Often, when I least expect.

Sometimes,

I wonder what you’re doing.

Or what you’re thinking,

That puzzles me too.

Sometimes,

When I chance upon a thing of beauty,

Like a golden sunset, or a violet twilight,

I wish that I could share it with you.

Sometimes,

Though you may be far away,

I can still here your voice,

your laughter, bright as day.

Sometimes,

I wonder if you think of me,

The way I dream about you,

For I miss you so.