Dreaming is a dangerous destination
it forces sleep to leave its lover- rest
but waking is a draining experimentation
where thoughts flitter, nowhere to nest.
Sleeping on sofas, curling on floors
the movements of a tuneful traveller
but she is sleepless, achey, lonely
and the glittering thoughts will one day unravel her.
A scratching pen is the only soundtrack
when the morning becomes the night.
And burning eyes are lifted
When night turns into light.
