In the stillness of this drowsy night
Habitations are weaving sleep patterns,

When lullabies lie in wait for the dawn
And chimneys drown their heads to retire,

When the day is lost like a torn out page
And the dark beckons like an ethereal cage,

When notes are lost to deafening silences

And dreams arrive in meandering caravans,

When the moon floats on a chiffon pillow
Then nobody awakes but you and me

~S~

17th Oct, 2012

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