On These Winter Nights

Are these tears of gladness
Or tears of sadness?

On these Winter nights
I’m alone in my bed
Listening to songs in my head
Weaving some new tales
Somber like blue whales

Are these tears of hope
Or tears of a mope?

On these Winter nights
I’m lonesome in my nest
Feeling not in my best
Sleepless yet unsleepy
Wistful and dreamy

Restless, my mind
Wintry, my heart

On these Winter nights
My pillow is wet
My conjunctivae are red

On these Winter nights
I’m always home
Yet far away from home

- 12:15 a.m., December 30, 2003, Monday; Surrey, British Columbia
(While listening to “Hold Me Now” by Thompson Twins [Into the Gap; 1984, Arista])