Wallace and Sallys food source

[nogirlslikeme]

They play a song for me while I sleep.
Entering under, above, and around my door,
from the room out and to your left, twice.
A song from the past, that you know will be in the future.
Slowing the fall and rise,
and fall and rise again,
of your eye lids.

In their song, three pull their own part together,
creating a blissful harmony.
Three to five part, then jump to two,
never with the bends or flux of voice.

Their song is a switch within my head.
A timer for the beginning to the end of seasons.
In the moment of the prelude I know summer has began.
Slowly reaching the bridge that marks the fall of what was,
but now is no more.

Their song makes me think and feel different.
My mind believes I am laying in my bed,
with one cover draped over one half of one moment,
this moment.
While my body knows, and shakes me awake in search of warmth.
My mind is burning on a sunny day with their song, and yet,
my body is freezing on this winter eve.
While their song finds its way down the hall,
through my door,
to my brain,
moving me ahead to summer.