As crickets chirp-chirp
In staccato bursts
Weaving this web of silence
I wait immured
Within my own walls
To see if this darkness will fade
All I hear
Is the silence of the night
Her sighs, her slow breath,
The rise and fall of her soft *******
I dread this lull
That, like heady wine,
Pulls me into the whirlpool
Of drowsy sleep
Am I dreaming that I'm asleep
Am I asleep or awake
If only this web were a trampoline
I'd jump like a newborn kid
And prance and bleat in unbridled joy
But for now I simply wait
Within my own walls
For that demented rooster
To crow and crow and crow
And rouse the lousy lazy sun
To shine for one more day
Jul 19, 2022
Jul 19, 2022 at 9:01 PM UTC
As crickets chirp-chirp
In staccato bursts
Weaving this web of silence
I wait immured
Within my own walls
To see if this darkness will fade
All I hear
Is the silence of the night
Her sighs, her slow breath,
The rise and fall of her soft *******
I dread this lull
That, like heady wine,
Pulls me into the whirlpool
Of drowsy sleep
Am I dreaming that I'm asleep
Am I asleep or awake
If only this web were a trampoline
I'd jump like a newborn kid
And prance and bleat in unbridled joy
But for now I simply wait
Within my own walls
For that demented rooster
To crow and crow and crow
And rouse the lousy lazy sun
To shine for one more day
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