red soft cotton

of the maroon persuasion

glided with the girl

as the guitar strummed

the fairy lights

and the hearts dance.

A sign of life.

It's 6 am

And I’m still here,

Cold feet and heavy eyes

Bodies intertwined
breaths hugging and soft
the pillow
like velvet in that moment
and sleep
a mesmerising film
a limerick,
evoking a smile

amongst all the insanity and
the ruckus
there’s a white noise
a place the mind drifts to
in order to escape
the harshness of it all
a whistle
in the crowd of chatter
a beam of light
in the misty air