Night times

 
 
If I dare to turn the music off
The silence falls like a lead blanket
On my shoulders.

Run for bed.
Hide under the quilt and hopefully
Fall asleep.
Until the sun shines again through my window.

Then the birds are there.
And the news on BBC Radio 4.
For company.

But it’s hard to forget those florid dreams.
I think she was beautiful as well.
 
 

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