The sun is my kiss goodnight.
The birds are my lullaby.
I thought I shut all doors and windows,
but stealthier than the I air breathe,
Insomnia crept upon me an suffocated my pillow with my thoughts.
Wrapped with blanket of restlessness,
The birds continually ease my soul in to slumber,
and as I fade, the Sun gently kisses my forehead,
My deprivation tucks me in, and I sleep…like a baby,
Until a couple of hours pass, and I wake up again
I look out the window, and the Sun has been screaming —
Leighrick..we’ve missed you.