+= to call upon dreams =+

The clock ticks, a quarter to four,
to be awake at this ungodly hour?
Puts the mind on a permanent brain freeze
but then again, for some, that’s when emotions stream.

the skylight view of nocturnal glows generate random thoughts,
with a cigarette in one hand and a good book in another,
sitting curled up on a sofa,
yet serenity seems to be playing hide and seek,
the searching has become bothersome.

the radio is set on full blast,
screw the neighbours,
disrupt their slumber,
just like the peace is during afternoons,
when kids whines drown the high pitched nagging which go on for hours.

A step into the shower calms the nerves,
the water though freezing,
soothes the soul as it slides down structure,
taking with it the bad kismet of the day.

With the rebirth,
sounds are altered,
something slightly more appeasing,
which enhances the essence.

Lying in the cot,
calling for tranquillity ,
to be able to catch some forty winks,
before dawn breaks… hopefully.

-DAMN the man who said there’d be no rest for the wicked-