You're the words that I utter
when I'm half asleep in the night,
and you stay there like chapstick
Until the dawn,
When you come around
Like an orison.
And in the morning
You're the dulcet cadence
Of the songs I hum.
In the afternoon,
You are the nostalgic retro melody
That lures me to drowse.
Then in the sober evening,
I feel you wander
Amid the lines of the poems I write.
And in the night,
You're the intoxication running
In my veins
When I dance to the 90's rhythm
Sipping wine.
Then it is midnight,
Where you are the wishes
I'd babble looking at the stars
Until I fall asleep all over again.
©kashish
K