Ode to my bed
When I first get in
You are always so very cold,
But surely and slowly
You begin to warm up.
At any part of the
day
You seem to be so inviting,
Day or night, rain or shine
I think about you.
Once I am finally in
All warm and sung,
Having such great dreams
And never wanting to
leave.
But then here comes morning
Also way too soon,
Then once again I have to leave you
And start again thinking of you.
I like this.. I really like how you throw in the part about the "cycle" repeating. You make your bed seem like such a comfortable and secure place.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, the bed is a platform for dreams, and the cold you talk about is certainly refreshing in hot weather, though it is not something I look forward to in winter.
ReplyDeletevery interesting ode because the bed is indeed very comfcrtable and a platform for interesting dreams.
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