Yawning

Yawning is coming around. Slowly the mind is shutting down and the evening is morn now.

The hello is also the goodnight as the eyes slip back and forth between light and dream. Seconds tick away and I blink. The day is here once more.

Yet now the stops and starts leads me to conclude the drawn picture. Entertainment of dreams upon soft pillow excluding nothing but a warm hug.

The tired limbs exhale a ahh. The mind closes and allows dreams to fall upon slate blue eyes.

The night for yesterday ends now. I say my good night's to all and then the lights click off. Resting my ginger hair upon green paisley. The sigh I release from pale pink lips, is enjoyable and relaxing.

Finding how hard it is for my eyes to remain open for long, I settle upon my prayer. Leaving hopes for tomorrow upon the breeze.

A soft rasp leaves my throat and I have completely deserted all thoughts but the depth of me and a whisper of sweetness.

Indeed this is bliss. The artwork will resume tomorrow, today when I awake. I smile. Saying a hope and finding peace.

I drift off.