How to sleep on this fucking long haul flight? I don’t know, I give up. I’m finding my classical music soothing and it has helped for about an hour. My eyes look like Sherlock Holmes “Hound of the Baskerville”, and feel as dry as the Gobi desert. Instead of a much needed sleep I’ve decided to write. But what?
My man’s asleep beside me
He sleeps the sleep of a man with
no weight on his conscience
A good thing? Maybe.
Our conscience is a reminder
To think,
To consider others,
To be honest and to show love,
He does all that.
What weight do I have?
Oh! so many weights on my conscience
Mainly guilt about my mother,
No, actually my conscience is clean.
I have thought,
I have considered,
I have been honest and loved her so much,
I have done all that and more.
My god! I’m listening to Albanoni,
The beauty of it,
It grips me somewhere deep, deep,
Makes me humble,
Listening to these glorious recordings.
I have just written a load of crap!
My head is full of the amazing notes,
Such poetry,
Puts my efforts to shame.
Might I dare think of my past? Sad though it be,
Music like this always brings out my past,
The dark, deep, recesses of my memory banks, are clicking away,
Trying to find a happy childhood memory,
I have no such memories,
It is only as the adult I am now,
When I searched for the love I wanted and got it,
That happy becomes a regular occurrence.
Ahh! Casta Diva what a sublime voice.
Angela Gheorghiu!
This one wrenches my heart,
Stops me mid-sentence,
I have no idea what I’m writing,
I have just disturbed the sleeper next to me,
So I’ve turned her down,
Shame.
The next thing that’s popped into my tired brain is,
Coffee!
I wonder if they would give me one?
When the lights go back on,
I bet I sleep,
Oh! Rest weary mind,
Let sleep over take,
Become a somnambulist,
Go into a state of stasis,
Fuck!
I better get a bloody coffee.
KJS Writing 