I remember one day someone I’ve met
Told me a story hard to forget
Asked me how well do I sleep at night
And if it’s true that bed bugs bite?
She said :
I spend my night looking at the moon
but sometimes the clouds come way too soon
I spend my night counting stars
but sometimes I count my daylight scars
I would sit the blow of the midnight breeze
but sometimes it’s so cold, I might freeze
I’ve given up on the thought of counting sheep
I’ve counted millions but still no sleep
I’d sing a love song for the sky
and for myself, a lullaby
To whom you think should I put the blame?
so many nights can’t sleep can’t dream
Could the dream to dream be only a dream
But from sleepless night and dreamless wake
I have finally taught myself to dream and be awake
Farhan Ejat (21st century) Malaysia
Source: MAPS Malaysian Poets Society
Told me a story hard to forget
Asked me how well do I sleep at night
And if it’s true that bed bugs bite?
She said :
I spend my night looking at the moon
but sometimes the clouds come way too soon
I spend my night counting stars
but sometimes I count my daylight scars
I would sit the blow of the midnight breeze
but sometimes it’s so cold, I might freeze
I’ve given up on the thought of counting sheep
I’ve counted millions but still no sleep
I’d sing a love song for the sky
and for myself, a lullaby
To whom you think should I put the blame?
so many nights can’t sleep can’t dream
Could the dream to dream be only a dream
But from sleepless night and dreamless wake
I have finally taught myself to dream and be awake
Farhan Ejat (21st century) Malaysia
Source: MAPS Malaysian Poets Society
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