Sleep

On my way to sleep

I ponder about hours that made the day

Until heaviness knocks eyelids

Carrying weight of thoughts, day and night

And anticipate next daylight

Like a waning little blue flame

That dies into thin air

Where does it really go

When a void of darkness surrounds?

Thoughts

There’s a chamber I entice you to visit.

But you impishly refuse.

I keep anticipating your appearance

but you fancy arriving unsolicited.

And then you linger around 

when I don’t want.

 Oh dear, I have always wanted to ask

where do you live, if not in my mind?

Though, these days, you’re a little tamed.

I summon, and you do budge.

I take a little liberty then

to watch you fool around.

You trade your clothes so quick,

like moods of the sky.

I judge you not.

But in wonder, may I ask-

when one day I relocate my chamber,

and you struggle to find your way,

would you admit defeat?

and stay away when I demand?