NICE NIGHT

Light rain
On zinc
Like a myriad
Popping
Popcorn

Cool breeze
In wafts
Like minted
Fresh
Breaths

Sweet thoughts
In slow frame
Like light trance

Take
Me
To
Dreamland
Right now

INBETWEEN WAKEFULNESS

Outside, the day has begun to break
And the remains of last night’s rain
Fall as huge lazy raindrops on the leaves –
It sounds like the gentle protest
Of several tens of popcorn
Being freshly prepared

Inside I cuddle closer under the bedcovers
Sleep eludes me
I dreamt you were here
But no,
My pillow, my only company
Sits on my head

The neighbourhood cockerels
Crow heralding the coming dawn
Of a beautiful morning

Somnambulism

Up the flight of steps flee.
Eyes laden with sleep see
Ghostly shadows of nonexistent nonsense;
You hit the pillows with reckless somnolence!

Forget your study; the lights, the late movie.
This sleep’s sweet, you mutter in somniloquy!
Damn the mosquitoes, the cool breeze assures;
Sleep my sweet, and dream of peaceful pleasures.

The Diaryist

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Tag: sleep

NICE NIGHT

INBETWEEN WAKEFULNESS

Somnambulism