3:54 am

I can tell the tube-lights buzz,
 the ones shining in from the street
  overlooking my moving presence
 I can tell the ones that are quiet
    would want to remain so
   I understand their fear of engagement,
 for at this hour,only the dark exceeds
    and nothing should be alone,lit

I would want sleep to come to me as a pair of bubbles underwater,so i could forget drowning for a moment and breathe