Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Night Sits

Stir and churn
The nighttime seconds
ticking away while my mind sweeps
In glorious trays of sweet nothing thought

Across the hall lies comforting sleep
A bed chamber to remember
My heart's longing
for that rejuvenating rest

But the whirl of thought
Urge me to click the keyboard
rhythms, laying bare
The ocean lappings of Soul


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