Are You Asleep? Poem by Linda Harnett

I spend my time,
When you are gone,
Just listening,
To a favourite song,
Or gazing somewhere,
Up above,
Or write a sonnet,
Words of love,
They tumble, tortured,
From the sky,
I’m feeling low,
And feeling high,
Distracted,
That’s the way to be,
I watch a movie,
On TV,
I catch the news,
On channel ten,
Storm and tempest,
Strike again,
So difficult,
To contemplate,
They’re queuing up,
At Heaven’s Gate,
I sit a while,
Commiserate,
And say a prayer,
It’s getting late,
And thankful now,
For you and me,
Discard the scene,
That’s on T.V.
And in the quiet,
Time to weep,
Where are you now?
Are you asleep?