I spread the mattress and blanket on the floor,
Popped-bounced the pillows above,
In this tiny-terraced vacant room,
Beside a busy-moving herring-highway.
Patterns and combinations of headlights
Created light-waves on the plain ceiling,
Rising and falling like the evening sea,
The moon shining bright through the dormer
Was like a safeguarding lighthouse on the bay,
The blue-fairy lights by the bricked-walls
Were like the berry-bioluminescence,
The window was gazing out affectionately
At a faraway pretty-wingy-windmill.
That steaming night, my poetic mind
Had found it’s calm in the chaotic-traffic,
And the ceiling happened to be a sea-link to me.
The following humid-morning felt beamishly-abode,
I woke up with salt water and sand on my mind,
I thought to myself, ‘j’adore la mer’, what a night!
