Expansive Emptiness

My lips are tired,
Of kissing the night air
Empty goodnights.
My eyes are tired
Of burning with the sleep
That lies within my bones
But will not come.
I'll play the melody
If you'll be the song.
If you'll be the rythym
My toes will tap along
Like the clackety-clack
Of the journeying train
That whistles goodbyes
To my lonely, tired nighttime
Stanza;
My desert without rain,
Sprawling the expanse of my empty,
White walled prison.