Scribbling

Newspaper flutters as my fan sings a lullaby,

days fly by, like dried out leaves, silently.

The firefly in the corner moves slowly,

the lizard moves much more slowly;

I shut my eyes to take in nothing

but dark blue .

My fan sings the lullaby,

 mind flutters up high

in chase of birds, birds that flew away;

horizon stretched far away,

crickets sing of gone days ,

rain rushes in wiping out muddied memories;

my fan sings a lullaby

I have a morning to wake up to.

 Newspaper flutters as my fan sings a lullaby.