still up

night dirty window street lights moving shadows passing cars parked cars red green light yellow cabs cemetery crosses electricity poles lit by huge commercial display over the petrol station

sleep my dear, the tiger family is watching over you and tiny roses are above your head

light from the green lamp is reaching for your toes and they shine like little treasures in the rumpled bedding

and then you move inside a dream

white sheet hanging wet like little children playing ghosts stays still i can only see your hair from here, in this orange room quiet and sealed away from the street noises night dirt passing cars