National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Thursday, 11 October 2018

Sea sleep

I am very tired
I could sleep for a week
My body is aching
my poor mind is weak
I could hide under covers
Stay there a whole day
pretend to be somewhere
that is far away.

My bed is the blue sky
My covers the sea
I swim underneath it
and long to be free
My pillows are whales
Singing me their soul song
I will drift through the deep blue
as If I did belong

May the creases of duvet
be the calm ocean waves
They do move with my body
And my mind they enslave
They show and relax
these memories I keep
And I dream of the ocean
When I drift off to sleep.




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