G'nyt

G’nyt
by JB Lacaden

[A/N: pinaglaruan ko tong poem na to :P]

With each tick of the clock
my eyes grow heavy.
With each tick of the clock
I slowly grow sleepy.
The night slowly spreads,
as the moon rises to the sky.
Stars slowly take their place,
burning, dancing, across the purple shaded sky.
I lie on my bed and wait
for Sleep to fully take over me,
I lie on my bed and wait,
for the dreams the night has for me.