Monday, November 23, 2020

To Sleep


How did I not get here earlier--

Was I just riding skies

instead of seas--


Sadness and gladness are cruel 

sirens, crossing countries

with me, waiting


near the cave that is my mind.

Do you hear me? Hear me!

Bear me forward.


I hymn you in the old ways

drowsily exhaling light

breaking like the day. 


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