Nocturne

where's the mute button

The words were
sitting on my shelves,
they made beds out of the spines,
the backbone I've been wearing,
and the dust, their friend

Hard covers were hard,
paper blankets unfold
the minute the clock meets late night hour

then the sky is different,
then the moon is near,

and these words
they don't fall asleep
when I'm about to surrender to my sheets

what would I give
to decipher,
my mind,
a page turner,
but let me just,
let me just,
close my eyes for a bit...