Where stars
bow their heads
in slumber
I drift off
contemplating
morning’s birth.
Fog creeps
around me
above and beyond me
saturating my emotions
with a dull lullaby.
Darkness
whisks me away
into oblivion
the doldrums
of sleep.
My legs
my arms
my heart
restless as
a caged animal
the creative flow
hushed a goodnight.
Nocturnal scenarios
imbue my brain stems
dreaming fantasies
once lived
now revisited.
Apparitions
reincarnated
and sleep
is of the essence.
The crooning
Ms. Hummingbird
spews melancholy superlatives
waking the dead
back to life.
I rise
contented yet daring.
A walk on the wild side
is in order.