Hattie-and-the-Fox

12 hours are not enough for sleeping. I need many more hours for dreaming. Perhaps even days, or months since hours are too short for counting the infinite time. 12 hours are too short for a good rest. Every time I wake up, I wake up with eyes that keep closing, with dark circles underneath. Wishing I could return to the blankets and quilts. After 12 hours I'm still as tired as ever. It's worse when I'm supposed to sleep less. On week nights 8 hours are a luxury. When I need to sleep, I only feel pain.

Can I wrap Spring in some rice paper, With all the flowers rolled inside? Can I pour Spring into a crystal flask, With all that fragrance condensed? Can I sew Spring onto a cotton dress, Lined with silky, velvety wind? Can I contain Spring inside a sea shell, So I can listen to the birds chirp all the time? But Spring will go because it wishes so To waltz through the hills and be free Will Spring remember how I danced In puddles low and balconies high? Will Spring remember how I sang To lavenders blue and roses white? Will Spring remember how I laughed When magpies and finches came to play? Will Spring remember how I dream