I’m tired and my exhausted eyes refuse to fold My timid soul is very restless and wild awake It craves the sleeping time I can no longer hold Oh sleep give me thy frailed gray hands to take .
It is quite late and all the sleep I crave is elusive It’s casually playing by the rules of the universe And the nap I seek this hour appears less active Saving the sweet yawning and nap that I deserve .
Night is now here but nap seeps beyond the light So come back to where your presence is needed Hurry up ,you insomnia master of the starry night Run to where some little bit of nap is appreciated .
It’s late and I genuflect before my bed and weep Appear to me you dark and sleepy phenomenon Bring me a sweet dream to process when I sleep Come help find that old sleepless elusive demon .
A silence on the night. The day fluttered quietly in whisper soft resonance, So many colours slowly dying Like confetti in the rain, And echoes touched each other, a reunion of themselves, As though they were astounded At their resonating
Put off the lantern. I am waiting for the moon’s primal face. The lesser flamingoes were going to shed the pink color. Nude as a python, the kiss of pomegranates, kills by asphyxiation. I suffer in the hands of protests.
It was night sin of domesticity. Dyed, I am loading the white secret of pain in the hollow of a mayhem. Till every blunder takes a downward flight striping the outsized image of a kill. His flames are now singeing