Sweet slumber, dreams tugging at your heart
You reach out and almost get hold of them
Then, a blank moment, and they're gone
Normally you'd linger on, hoping for an action replay
A replay where you can grab the elusive ending
Or change the dream somehow
All you achieve is another hallucination
Unrelated, unwanted, distressing perhaps
Or the same story with the same abrupt non-ending
Sometimes you succeed in breaking away
From the temptation that cuffs you to your bed
And brace yourself to follow your own plans
Your moves are swift and deliberate
As if you'd never laid down for the night
The battle seems a mundane chore
High on determination, you leave the house
To tread on tranquil paths
Of the world and your mind alike
This is your gift to yourself
The warmth of the sunshine
The coolness of the forest breeze
And every such gift deserves gratitude in return
For you've slain your demons
And worshiped your angels
Haven't you been missing the fun, foolish lass
For, whenever you do that, you cross my path
And it's been so long, girl, I'm glad you're back
2 comments:
A story has no beginning or end; we arbitrarily choose a moment in time from which to look forward or look back - Graham Greene, The End of the Affair
How did you catch it? It was for the first time that I wrote a poem about a specific time period (call it a moment in relationship to my lifespan). Normally I write about a day beginning with the morning, ending with the night, or maybe continuing into another cycle of the same. For the first time, it was about an arbitrary but life-changing moment!!
Mmuuaahh for the comment :-)
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