Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Just every other day

Under the dim lights bouncing of the roof
I am digging deeper - into a burrow

more I prone, curl and stretch
more light seeps through
darkness is what I seek but of no avail

the clock is ticking
the hole does not any get deeper!

my feet and hands feel lethargic yet rested
the air is crispier, the birds are ever so loud -chirping
yet I feel my burrow is the place I need to be

If only I could dig deep - deeper into the darkness and quiet
where my ears are shut
eyes wide open - open into the world of dreams

into my cozy burrow I dig- under my blanket
deeper I go as the clock ticks and the day begins
I just wish I could sleep a little longer..