The night has come
Motion is now stilling
Dream’s demands coming forth
Wakefulness stills
poetry, prose, and photography
The night has come
Motion is now stilling
Dream’s demands coming forth
Wakefulness stills
I was going to write
But now I’m falling asleep
Yet I did write this
Awake
Not my desired state
Yet here I am
Fighting my own mind
What do I gain
When I win?
Sitting here, pre-dawn
My mind frantic with work stuff
The night is quiet
I’m awake, my mind reeling with ideas. Sadly, but restful, peaceful ones. Rather, things I need to change, ideas i need to incorporate. In the morning calm, my brain is editing my work. But they most desirable thing, I guess. It doesn’t facilitate and being of being well rested. The
My response? Open up my tablet and capture these notions, then set an Afghan to remind me to look at them once in at work. It calms my mind.
Listen to the surf
The wave’s eternal motion
Lulling me to sleep
My relentless mind
In perpetual motion
Sleeping’s a challenge
Awake against my will
Dreaming of dreaming
Longing for slumber
The machinery of my mind
Psychological cogs churn and spin
Whirring hum of my soul
So ends the weekend
Sunlight behind the mountains
Dawn is coming soon