the sun is tugging at the drapes
the day is whispering and the dawn birds have long gone to bed.
i have to fight my way back into my dreams,
there is still a trickle but the portal is closing
each one fading like a car driving by.
i hear people speeding to work
or maybe to the store. my chores
swing by my mind like a carousel.
i have to walk on now, find a nice calm lake
walk slowly into its cold waters
and bury myself again.