Softly Whisper, Wake up

Don't get up

it's still night.

Cool winds,

grass,

frosty landscapes.

You,

them,

the days;

dreaming,

sleeping,

dreaming.

Glistening hills 

and silhoettes,

a metaphor;

Things you've never seen,

stretched days

that never were.

Purple skies.

Birds rise

and the sound of the milk cart

arrives.