The morrow comes and bland I wake,
Lazy in the later morn,
I look around then close my eyes,
Not finding hope or scorn..
I groan and squinch my eyes up tight
Tensing, as I stretch..
Resigned then, I flop back and sigh
Surfacing from Dreamland’s trench.

I smile my remembered joy
To the ceiling up above,
Adventure, triumph, loss and life
The passions of remembered Love
I rise and stretch and smile content
Ready for the life I lead,
Contented by my nighttime tours
Fulfillment of my heartfelt needs.

09/25/2001

Posted on 09/25/2001
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