A quiet place

A lonely place to lay my head.
A quiet place to call my bed.

A gentle place to fall asleep,
and sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep.

-until I’ve found-

Another face. Another smile.
Another place. Another time.

Some other acts to fill my time.
Some other thoughts to fill my mind.

Some different skin to clothe my bones-
and different bones to call my own.

A new two feet to help me stand-
and anyone’s but my own hands.

A different heart-
that beats more right.

A different brain-
that feels more sane.