This night is a fairy.
To every sleepless wasp, she replies
in her old narcotics.
Lifting me so high
until her spells bound me sleeping.
I know she would stay
until she spreads her wings.
and sheds her glitter twinkling
Does she want to play?
When with atropine, in my mind, she begins creeping.
I crave for her addiction, I cry.
When she begins her dramatics
and in a blink, she flies.
The night sleeping in silence is never so scary.