Sunday, April 10, 2011

Time Poem

4:19 a.m.

Not sure how long
I’ve been tossing
I know it makes him stir
I’m awake
My mind reeling
Something’s there
A spark
A thought
A start
Need to write it down
Before it seeps away
Into the darkness
Of a too early morn
I don’t want to interrupt his slumber
Less than an hour till the alarm
Hopping repetition and retention
Will keep these words with me
As I stray along the silence
Losing knowingness
Waiting to wake 

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