MY BED SHEET

While stretching my thoughts
The morning hours of my oblation
To distant spread, from
An open window of my bedroom
I struck upon the printed figure
Very near,
Shadow distant from my own
A block printed cartoon image
Animated my soul
On my ornamented bed sheet
Embedding lovely time, childish
Down my memory lane, and
I played and played
Verbally and joyfully
Forgetting all about, whether
The Sun has risen through my window
Or,
The traffic noise is sliding down the roads.