Sense(less) Rants of a Sleep(less) Child

This is the product of the author after trying to be awake from 11:00 p.m. 'til the hour of the examination the next day. The studying was rather effective, but not all the items studied came up. It was a little disappointing. This poem could tell it all, though some lines I do not even understand.

The soft breeze has come

To tell me a secret

Saith he, "Clouds are pink cotton balls,

Swirls of happiness it could be."

I glanced and drew a line of grin

Bid goodbye to the freezing teardrops

The apple juice is melting

In a meringue of pensive spills

Nothing can write this happiness 

Even oceans cannot ink my pen

Through sleepless nights, restless days

Leaves aren't enough be the paper.

But this sweet puree of caramel smiles

Will muster a thousand miles

That secret dungeon I will trance

Be found, oh lovely cerulean heart.