Sleep and her Night

The languid sky has gone to rest into the depths of inky water. The wind plucks on the ripples and plays a silent tune. Stars have blinked and beckoned to Sleep.

Sleep, she has crept in on my window sill, past the weeds mumbling in her trance. She has slowly tread without shadow or breath, to lull my spirit. Tempting me with the fragility of memory. Her loyalties lie with the longing night. He waits for her outside. Patiently, ardently. Till she comes after her chores. Then they meet in a transient embrace,as the moon bashfully turns away and the morning stands guard.

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A taste I bit into, reminded me of a certain dusk. Stretched chewing gum like shadows had grown through the powdery golden light, making them seem like they were setting out to find something that skipped the bustling minds of their owners. It was soft and undemanding, this dusk. Soft like the gargle in an old man's voice.