From beneath
The opening
Of my blanket
Morning
Murmurs hello
From behind
My eyelids
Something
Gently whispers
Stay closed
Let the sun
Fumble between
The window slats
Yet not reach
The opening
Of my blanket
Let the sun’s
Legs dance
Across the
Surface of the world
Yet not
The surface
Of my closed eyelids
I’m not ready
for morning
Not in the morning
I’m not ready for sunshine
When the moons
Still stuck in my pupils
About the Creator
T. Licht
I have a love for words and a love to share them.
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