Sleep.
You are my elusive and sporadic friend.
Occasional chirps from a bird outside.
I guess you are sleepless too.
Too dark to fly
Too awake to sleep.
You and I together
In this twillight moment
We are the same
Flightless in our dreams.
1 comment:
nice poem and graphic. It captures the moment--or endless night in the bird/sleep metaphor. Good for you! (Hope you get a nap today)
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