The Sun is always setting
Somewhere: now it is sinking
Into the Atlantic Ocean as it
Makes for the land of
Distant friends, leaving me
Daydreaming in darkness.

Minutes sneak by on
The other side of my eyelids
As my blinks lengthen
And my head lowers.
Scenes in which I do not
Appear play in the streets
Between my waking, making
An incoherent story out of
Half heard words.

For now, I am too tired
For fiction, eyes closed
To pictures. They must wait
Until the Sun reaches
The other side of the land that
Used to be sea, clambering
Onto yet another shore,
Painting the clouds in
Morning hues once more.

06/15/2024

Posted on 12/29/2024
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