A sleepless night again, my wake
I stretch and curl, my old companion
Black sheep, your time
Always on time
You roam my rooms never invited.
I pick the thread
My fingers tired
I knit my so familiar song
That of the longing, safety AND passion
While I get two, never the three
Sweet milk with honey for all the safety
Awake at night because I long
But the last one so hard to fit in
Black sheep the phantom
Of locked up sphere.
I sip warm milk, sooth for my body
Eyes tired, looking into another day
Day of I don’t know, maybe and running
Running that slowly kills THAT of me.