The curtains were drawn,
Window shafts closed tight.
The play of the day, 'Nefilibata for Life', was yet to be scripted.
The notorious indiscernible subconscious had calmed down,
And decided for a rather soft transition.
The pathway was called 'Void of Aisling'
And I played with the stars in that dark alley, never wanting to emerge.
But as waves crashed against some distant shore,
Chirping sparrows plucked away the stars.
And then came the hustling of feet and whispers of a voice,
And then I knew, it was time to start the play.