Sleepy Head

I lay here and listen as a Church bell rings in the distance, trying to shake the cobwebs out of my mind .

It’s eleven now and I have to rise , if only I could remember how it was at quarter past five.

She seemed quite quaint we both had red eyes, was it the booze or drugs that helped this morning sun rise?

I glance toward her, her head lies gently upon my chest, her arms entice me is she really at rest?

My head aches as I gaze at her closed eyes, a nightmare she’s having, but for what reason and why?

A ray of sun shines upon her face she seems the same, more beautiful perhaps how I long to kiss that face.

My lips touch hers as she opens her eyes, "Good morning sleepy head it is time to rise."

Oh how she smiles as we caress the sun.

I’ve longed to be with you and the day has just begun.

We laughed and we cried and fate had its day.

The love that we had faded away.

Tell me was it the booze or the drugs that made that morning sun rise?