One of those Saturday mornings

One of those Saturday mornings

when the distant rumble of car engines

becomes a lullaby

calling back to sleep.

The deep waters of sleep,

with faintly seen forms swimming

in the abyssal darkness,

swirling even in the coffee

that was to be the saviour

of wakefulness,

the liquidness of sleep

taking form in the mug.

04.07.2015