There is a song playing in my head,
like many-a-times it does.
Today it suddenly grows wings,
and raptures into an urge.
An urge to run away from the day,
and seek out a pie of dusk.
An urge to wrap a soft lace shirt,
fragrant with oud and musk.
An urge to gather the swirling pinks,
of the dusty, cloudy skies.
An urge to call the fingernail moon,
and indulge sleep to eyes.
An urge to lullaby away my thoughts,
and pillow them into dreams.
An urge to caramelize the pie of dusk,
and dance on midnight’s beams!
