I wish I was a Cricket
It is one hour after midnight. I feel like posting but I don't know what to say.
Except that I'm almost asleep. I've always wondered what it would be like to write in a state of fluctuating consciousness, hovering in and around a picture not clear. Where am I... really. The screen is bright when all around is quiet. But the cricket. The cricket doesn't sleep. Or is it just snoring? How would I know. I should have asked the cricket that came to visit three hours ago before I asked him to leave. Maybe he was looking for a place to spend the night. He was a neighbor cricket. I think I'd seen him before. It was hard to push a friend out the door, at night. But my place is no hostel for a cricket. A cricket who doesn't sleep. Or is he just snoring. If he is snoring then his wife must certainly use earplugs. Otherwise she would never be able to sleep. Or maybe she too doesn't sleep. Or is she just snoring.
I wish I was a cricket
Singing the night away
Serenading the morning
Waiting to see the day
I wish I was a cricket
I would have let him stay
We'd both now be awake
Singing away or snoring
I wish I was a cricket
Always a sun in sight
Always the day adoring
Reaping the dawning light
I wish I was a cricket
Singing away or snoring
Always wish you Good morning
Always wish me Good night
posted by Fouad at 12:56 AM
12 Comments:
Oh...if you're not a cricket, what are you then? An ant? ;)
I'll steal those:
...
maureen, don't thank me.. thank the cricket :)
del, I have the soul of a cricket and they make me work like an ant..
eve, stolen and given right back. Wish all thieves were like you...
If you were a cricket
Hidden in a thicket
Or under a log
You may find relief
But your life would be brief
Eaten by a cat or a frog
hmm..
If I spend my life singing
Filling your life with dreams
The brevity of living
Ain't as bad as it seems
If the cricket snores and doesn't sing
Would that tranquil dreams bring?
And if what you say is true
I have no reason to doubt you
But do tell why on the previous eve
You asked that kind cricket to leave
Haha! Ramzi and Thermo-Crime, kharjkon ta3mlo zajal!
You guys rock! :D
Thou seems to be compelled
To take apart my treasure
Is it believes you've held
Is it spite, or just pleasure..
Call his voice what you will
A snore, a cry, a prayer
The cricket's song will still
Make nights and mornings gayer
As for his visit, I
Sure wanted him to stay
But knew he went astray
So out I let him fly
Much closer to the sky
So he can lullaby
The moon and greet the day
I was studying with friends last night outside a coffee shop, and was attacked by about 4 crickets no joke.
Anyway, you know how I feel about your writing :)
you beautiful writer you hehehe
Oh janjoon, you sweet and vulnerable little thing..
Here's my take on the matter..
I really wish law koon
A cricket in LA
So I'd attack janjoon
Reading in a cafe
:)
I really laughed out loud!
:)
Thermo, I think it's about time you and janjoon get a private room. hehe :P
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