I feel sleepy, unsunny but not dark
like dreamy steamy jungles,
ready to go down where the wild things are.
Mild dreams scar child's wings
with claws of reality not quite asleep,
and the jaws of night swallow all light in the deep.
But visions in obscurity bring sight,
help the fight to leave you, peace to soothe you
and the belly of the night to rumble its tune to you.
