The alarm clock glows late, or early
depending on the ticking stopwatch in your
chest. Starlight illuminates in the sleepers'
wake and it's quiet, quiet as prayer, as hope.
those stars seem to be getting a lot of wishes
I have no doubt you're asleep, peaceful eyes
closed and breathing even rhythms. 4:02. Dreamers
never sleep. Somewhere there's got to be a
graveyard for our good intentions.
There's peace at night, with its star-scarred sky and
knitted silence. A pillowing soft hope for a new
day with tired eyes and dreams that seem just a
little bit closer as the sun rises.