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..

I walk along the shores of time...
look back at the waves and smile
one tide at a time...
this too shall pass

in memory of
the last thought that skims past the eyes...
eyes fluttering
light to dark... dark to light...

with every flutter the mind hops
between bliss and longing
between interpretation and truth
between dreams and reality
between sleeping and staying awake..

the night comes by, yet again
the lights go off, yet again
and there with open arms sleep awaits...

Sleep

I asked for the Moon to brighten my days
but she hid behind the Sun.

I asked for the Sun to lighten my nights
but he headed East