Night night Etsy....

It's a quarter to three,
and I think you'll agree,
that I must go to bed... it's quite clear.
but the problem you see
is this wicked etsy
just won't let me sleep I fear.

Will I not get a heart,
or the forums fall apart,
if I give into the slumber that's calling?
will you empty your cart
of my humbly made art
if to my chambers I find myself crawling?

Still I find I must go,
  for the candle's burnt low
and I find my lids heavy as lead.
but it'd lessen the blow
if my sale sum did grow
While I lay dreaming upon my bed!

UPDATE: Sad Songs and Sweet Dreams

Here's the full image of the illustration I'm working on, with nonsense text to be filled in later with the real poem. Still some things to work out, need to make the grass cross over her legs, the underside of her dress show a bit, work on the folds of her dress, etc. Made with pen & ink on scratchboard. See a detail image in my previous post.

It's for a zine my father and I are putting together of his poetry with illustrations by me of course. If you're interested in knowing when it's coming out, join my Mailing List!