Now the time has come to drift.
Straight into a fragrant guitar riff, of pleasantly kicking tunes.
Let them not disturb me again, before I rest.
They often do.
I love writing my poems.
All  my heart and half my soul and maybe a little bit more.
The evening has come and my head is so sore.
This poetic brain is floating off into the land of nod.
So  for the rest of this night.
I'll hide out of sight.
Have a great sleep one and all.
Or a great day at play.
Write like the wind.
I'll see you another day x
Livvi **