After The World Sleeps

There is a world under the blanket,
There she lives alone.
Submerged in the songs and lyrics,
Only light comes from the cell phone.

Where she feels waves of memories lapping,
On the threshold of the conscience;
She leads her mind to hibernation,
And lets the waves stream down her eyes.

There is no happiness but some peace;
When the lyrics speak for what she feels.
Slumber envelopes her, and;
And the music heals.