Jeepers Creepers

Written by: Sherese Gooden

 

          Late sleepers like me know the hush 
          Of midnight - still - without our rush
          And the moon flush against the sky
          Like a lone lighthouse on standby. 
          
          I hear the whispering leaves rustle
          Quiet laughter at humans who bustle
          About at day like little toys at play
          Who are tucked away at end of day.

         Late sleepers like me hear the sighs
         When the dream flickers and then dies
         In the silence, the rhythm beats 
         While the moon’s flush and leaves rustle.