Sunbeams

Nobody needs to know
I am a hundred and four degrees
in bed with the summer sun
feeling silly.
Bad dreams and baking thoughts
freeze me out of happiness
and pain is filtering in
disguised as sunbeams.

Who understands this wandering soul?

Nobody needs to know
The secrets of an ailing heart
trapped in a body
with a plan of its own.
Can I be afraid of me so easily?
Soon the fever will go
And love will find me,

Love that will filter in
disguised as sunbeams.