Taming This Tyke's Voice Since 2007

‘Tis For My Bed, My Friend


Party is over

Music is gone.

Moment of silence

Noises were fun.

Now I’m back home

To you can I run?

For shelter, for comfort ~

Hide me from the sun.



2 responses

  1. Hi Jeques,

    loved the metaphor here. (assuming Im correct). it may appear like a friendship poem at first read but if you look closely its more than that. enjoyed the spiritual undertone to it.

    PM00000090000003031 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm10

  2. jeques

    I wrote this tipsy coming from a night out, finding myself alone with only my bed to offer comfort and warm. You know that feeling when the last thing you wanted to see is the rising sun? We often mistake the noise of a party as the only cure to the loneliness we feel inside, but then again, no ~ it is a temporary and superficial relief. I wrote this with the primary intention to express that longing to find that human bed who would be their when you’re feeling wasted. That permanent cure, that hearth my heart can come home to when there’s no place to go, tipsy.

    I wish you well. ~ Jeques

    PM000000100000002331 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm10

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