Pondering Slumber

PONDERING SLUMBER

 

IN THE SOFT SHADOWS BEFORE DAWN

WHEN IT IS NOT YET DAY

NOR IS IT NIGHT

THE STARS SLOWLEY TURNING IUT THEIR LIGHTS

MY PULSE QUICKENS AS I AWAKE FROM MY SLUMBER

MY MOUTH DRY AND GRIT IN MY EYES.

THE WORLD IS SILENT WAITING TO BE AWOKEN

BUDS OF FLOWERS SLOWLEY UNCURLING.

I WONDERWHAT THIS NEW DAY WILL BRING

AS I LAY IN MY SLUMBER

MY MIND BEGINS TO PONDER

DO OTHERS THINK LIKE I?

CAN WE THINK WITHOUT A THOUGH?

CAN WE REASON WITH OUT A REASON?

CAN WE LOVE WITHOUT BEING LOVED?

I STREACH MY LIMBS AS I PONDER

A NEW DAY, SOME THING NEW TO WONDER

YET THERE IS ONE THIG I AM CERTAIN

AND WILL ALWAYS REMAIN CLEAR

THAT IN MY END OF DAYS

WHEN MY YEARS ARE NUMBERED

I WILL BE HAPPY FOR WHAT I KNOW

AND HAPPIER YET, FOR WHAT I DON’T.

Reviews

[Lyra H]

I love this, i really love the way this is written. Thank you.