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