Lying in the darkness,
I stare at my watch in surprise;
Surely it is time to rise,
But no, it's not even tomorrow yet!
Of course, it never is--
Tomorrow, I mean.
Like infinity and someday and desire,
Tomorrow is a moving target.
So I read a bit
And write in my journal
Waiting for the magic of sleep
To transform the day.
Waiting for the magic of sleep to transform the day.
ReplyDeleteThis has been echoing in me since you first wrote this.