Nights don't bother me.
Dawn comes, keeps me awake.
I wish that when I sleep
my memories make it dream.
So goodnight sleeping,
and dream awake.
I'd call you, but I recall
the wide awake dreaming.
Nothing could make me tired,
but memories make it easier.
So wherever I dream,
sleeping if I hope.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 510
Goodnight
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.