Till the Morn is Nigh.

In her Heart of hearts,

No, she doesn't want to Leave.

She'd very much love to Stay,

And watch as fluffy whites sail by

Where the sky meets the sea.

Frigidly cast, her mien displays none of such whims.

Yes, she longs to dance in the field of daffodils.

Yet, Life will have none of this.

She's leaving.

Today.

Goodbye, Sleeping Seal.

Dream as You will.

Morning beckons

And wake must I,

Sans sweet song and lullaby.