Dawn sketch

Grab with both hands
The blanket of night
Trick the sun
In to withholding it's light

Give the birds a banquet
So they won't sing
About the break of day
Or anything

Turn all alarms
To a twenty-four hour snooze
The warmth of my bed
I'm not ready to lose

Let me find sleep
Not writing words here
Bring comfort and safety
As if you were near