sleepy

the morning sleeps
late

I will not wake her

the sun has risen
long ago
in silence
to not disturb

the birds hop quiet
and whisper chatterings

and the blue
like a blanked
sings warm

sleep deep
sleep long

the day will still be day
when you awaken

time
will allow
in its long reckoning

sleep sweet
morning

a sleepy song


© Frank Prem, 2017

May 2017 Poem #16: constructing me

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