For two days I have watched the sky
turn from a laptop shutting down,
to the always-mistaken-for-water contents of Sprite.
How time flies when attention is
by the songs of another land
or is it a prayed to the muse of
For her to sing a lullaby
to this dawn – soft, fluffy
like the pillow that I lay my head in.
I think I should sleep now.
NaPoWriMo – 16th of April, 2014