Text: Poem by Juanita Lueza Nicholson
In Midnight Bed
…almost sleeping
Torrents of moonlight
blowing through the window,
the south wind
burning white on my sheets
and sifting through the trees,
the trees’ leaves,
murmuring on my face
with shifting patterns of shade and silver
and…
aand…
something…
oooooh
Tomorrow I shall be wonderful!