Lonely Lullaby

She sits straight up with a blank sort of stare

Not looking at nothing, but seeing only air

Black

She sees black but thinks color

This strange thought fills her with wonder

Reliving every morsel of what she just saw

Without hesitation the humming possesses her

The melody fills the blackness and the silence falls

She breaks out in song right there on her bed

And the orchestra to back her up dances in her head

She falls back to sleep with a quiet pulsing of drums

And the song sinks back in her throat and dulls back to a hum

She wakes in the morning with a smile so shy

She realizes she sang herself a lullaby

She needed sleep because sleep is where our thoughts are alone

Sleep is like the blackest part of the ocean blue- uknown