For My Little Seiko That Tells Me I Ought To Be Asleep

Bring forth

    ‘he

Bespoke Sun;

    I lay awake

       n

‘he

    D

a   

        R

k

            It keeps ticking

            And ticking

            And ticking

Ticking like breathing;

    Breathing like living

BREATH.

    L   

    I

    G

    H

    T

    or

   

    L

    I   

    T

or 

possibly just GLOW

    The convergence

Of seconds sweeping away

Like my eyelids should be drifting away

Like sleep seems far away. 

                                      Fades away,

              

  What little light.

No matter.

            Let it be.

    Let it tick.

Let the moon phase drift until

                  The bespoke sun rises again

At dawn.