here it is once again
the wee hours of morn
not shining in my face
not finding slumber
not alone in darkness
and our Father is here
with my faint echoes
of wanting unconsciousness
I envision being a scolded child
"go to sleep already"
but, alas I only lay here
another evening full
of every thought possible
next to nothing at all
what a dichotomy
in quite a juxtaposition
of emptiness and fullness
a blank canvas and one painted
as I continue to blink away
another night into day
(posted in another thread by accident)
the wee hours of morn
not shining in my face
not finding slumber
not alone in darkness
and our Father is here
with my faint echoes
of wanting unconsciousness
I envision being a scolded child
"go to sleep already"
but, alas I only lay here
another evening full
of every thought possible
next to nothing at all
what a dichotomy
in quite a juxtaposition
of emptiness and fullness
a blank canvas and one painted
as I continue to blink away
another night into day
(posted in another thread by accident)