August 8, 2016
Traveler 7 (Weary)

Our sun stands still at midnight
Where are the stars to guide my dreams?
A restless hunger for nightscapes
A lost queen searching for dreamlands
This traveler, so beat
This traveler, to sleep
This traveler, what time is it?
Confusion sinks into greyscaled haze
The weary carry on
Push on or be punished
The body keeps moving
Pulled to and fro by some inertia
But, oh, sleep, please take her
Ravished in rest
What time is it,
Dear traveler?
If the sun never sets…