late night

heavy eyes

quiet sounds

The solitary hours of the night becoming morning find me,

envelop me

Take me into its translucent state,

where the minds knows no bound,

unrestrained, wild, and free

It reaches forward, illusions and dreams.

It reflects the present, constant stress.

It finds the past, unsettled feelings and bittersweet memories

Do you really want to open that box Pandora?

Too late, it comes rushing by, a stampede of once joyful memories,

rotten from bitter neglect in the dark corners of the mind.

Invaders, intruders,

get out and don’t steal my Present,

You didn’t want the Future when I offered it to you

Early morning

goose bumps

silence

Lonely finds me,

still dreaming about the future.

The Present can’t quite understand,

as it takes a good look at the Past.