The slow musical hum of aircon
Ringing in my ears from dark to dawn
Like the little flaps of the curtain
My eyelids drooping, uncertain
Whether to stay awake and fight
Or travel to dreamland, sleeping tight
I want to meet the beautiful little angel
That soars through my dreams;
pretty and fragile
I see her dancing on the piano tiles
To the mellow music and wind chimes
She skips and jumps;
O, smiling innocence
In a pretty dress, twirls like a princess
A glass separates us; two worlds opposite
One loud and bright; the other bleak and quiet.
The angel looks like someone I met somewhere
I can't remember yet but her eyes are familiar
She turns to me and I sneak a peak
I hear the glass crack and break;
I am awake
Sunlight is streaming in the window
Curtains can't hide its rays;
Radiating high and low
I am yet to hear her voice, to speak and say
Not just in subconscious but even in day
O, mellow little darling,
Who skips and beams
Grace me once again in my dreams
When the slow musical hum of aircon
Rings in my ears from dark to dawn
Like the little flaps of curtain
My eyelids droop, uncertain.
Editor: Veiled_Intellect
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Pillow Folds
PoetryThoughts and images that turned in tears Tears that remained in pillow folds for years. Cover credits: @Kihi-98
