Jun 23

Four AM

Sitting on my bed at night
Wishing for a star.
Come wave hello for my delight,
Night owls we are.
Come take my hand and lead me through the universe at large.
Bless me with your tinkling laugh
Among the planet shards.
Sitting in my bed at night,
Eyes are wide awake,
Looking at the moon so clear,
Its presence I can't shake. 
A comet shows me wrinkles of the time I spend asleep.
Making sense of dreams I’ve dreamt, 
It answers in a peep.
Looking out my window shade,
The silence greets my soul.
Suspended plasma takes a breath,
It takes a pleasant toll. 
How many shadows do appear on any given night?
How many sneezes from a star dispell and bring in light?
Lying on my bed at night, 
Eyes are getting dimmer,
Thinking of humanity – Are we just a filler?
The middle pages to the end of something extraordinary?
But what we do matters ... it's not imaginary. 
Eyes grow dim,
And hearts will slow.
I’m the only person blinking,
Everyone obvlivious to the birds and shadow kisses.
I’ve stayed far too late into the night.
My eyes have fluttered closed.
The silence is a comfort
And the stars have let me doze.
About the Author: Treblemaker
I write because the music of language spoke to me in books and I wanted to make a beautiful noise to answer back ~ Lee Williams.
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