three hours off the shore of breakfast
the night air paused outside your window like a video game.
The captain paces above the attic
one peg leg
knocking like a leaky faucet
there are magic stars out there
that can only be wished on from closed and dreaming eye lids.
cast away on your mattress.
this is the sea of your imaginative mind.
clouds are cotten candy. let no one tell you differant.
and a new day holds promise. refuse to belive anything else, daring dreamer.
rest well, brave adventurer, even when you can't sleep.
rest well, the shore of breakfast draws nearer.
