As Sleep Waits...

Sleep waits on the periphery of the niggardly night, to slide down musty night’s cousins rustle a leaf there, flap a wing here and screech somewhere night’s nettled desires prepare themselves to perform a naked pantomime dehydrated night felt like a pair of dry eyes as eye-lids droop in a mild soporific stupor, there arises streaks of orange from the sea at that hazy horizon orange smears itself on the plaintive sky before sprinkling on the restive sea… a vague aridity clutches at the throat while the tongue and cheeks feel irksome dryness…