I’d like to pluck a pillow from the sky and fluff it up beneath my head
The green bed is prickly soft as it cradles my weary body
And like a glowing LCD effect, the lights play a theatric show
Of reds and blues, purples and oranges
Before I close my eyes to rest, a fragile beauty flits gently across my vision
Fluttering wings dip and fan before it touches down onto the tip of my nose
But it is gone too soon, departing with a silent goodnight
As always, I’m left all alone.