Backtracking #2

These idle, unmoving days---
Stay now.
These days when the sun yawned from the foothills
I stay lying down in my bed
Between the four cool walls of my room.
These days when the sun rays peeked through the window blinds
I sigh and shut the blades tight.
These days are made for sleeping late;
And waking even later.
These days are for staying in bed well past noon;
These days are for dreaming, writing, waiting
And longing for the moon
(But never touch it, no).
These days are for anticipating nightfall
When the stars would come dusting
The black blanketed universe with glitter
(And then the moon will come)
I shall lift the blinds and open my windows wide---
Untangle my limbs and fly
Embracing the night sky.