When the harbinger of light finds me
I feel sleep’s sweet embrace slipping
Darkness departs in stirred slumber
Trials for a new day greet
Slowly stirring consciousness
Words form constellations
I should have written them down
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
When the harbinger of light finds me
I feel sleep’s sweet embrace slipping
Darkness departs in stirred slumber
Trials for a new day greet
Slowly stirring consciousness
Words form constellations
I should have written them down
I do that a lot. I carry pen and paper with me everywhere. Nice poem.