Tired now
By Fiona Osborne
It’s silly time in the morning
My face is stretched with yawning
Eyes like rusty nails
Weariness leaving trails
The birds are starting to sing
As dawn blows a breaze on a wing
The forever navy nights are turning blue
My pillow waits with feathers of weight
To dream all that is good and great
So I shall have four hours sleep?
Until it will be time to creep
Not to tell my needy slumber
That dreadful number
Which tells me it’s normal to be awake?
Normal for whom?
It’s my bedroom
So not my choice?
Embrace the day and rejoice
This is what they say
But I just want to sleep the sun away
And wake again with silver stars
For another land beckons me, though it’s from a far
A land of candy dreams
And pure streams
A sleepy village
No tears no spillage
A forever dream of love and hope
Take me to my bed
Throw me some rope
For my legs won’t carry me now
Those stairs are mountains
I have to get there but how?
Passing the Golden fountains
Goodnight and sleep well
Let’s hope for a night of comfort
And not absolute hell?
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