Sleepy nights I day dream of a girl,
far away but only a few avenues astray.
Singing Russian Virgil to get by the time,
back to her room in the Christmas light gloom.
Blackest midnight sits in her corner,
Lulling with sleep in the dark so deep.
Soon I will be with her again,
Lying with my arms around her sleeping charm.
Miley Cyrus needs a sassy gay friend.
There’s something about 2 am,
that puts me on my feet again.
Writing for a distant friend,
it seems as though night will never end.
The second wind that fills your lungs,
like the salty breath of the sea stung.
And the bees that buzz through your tired head,
summon you from your sheet-less bed.
The lakes and rocks and violins,
that 2 am will bring to mind again.
But eventually it will whisk me to sleep,
and at 3 am I wont make a peep.