Lost in the thick fog

Between awake and asleep 

Words no longer come 

Shrouded in ivy

Escape to another world 

Secret fairy doors

Purple twilight glow

When words fail, what is left but

The very last drop

In a dreamy haze

Between waking and sleeping 

Glazed and vacant stare

A dim orange star

Behind Sahara dust clouds 

A storm is coming 

Thundering footsteps

Tearing up and down the stairs 

Another play date 

Bike wheels turn slowly 

Night becomes day becomes night

History repeats