It’s five in the morning
Somehow the sun snuck in
I swear it was dark five minutes ago
It’s five in the morning
The shadows from the night in my mind are
Somehow disappearing into the dark side
How can it be.. five minutes until six?
Time is going oh so quick
Thinking about it almost makes me sick
How precious these tiny hours can be
They accumulate into destiny
It’s 5:55 and I can see
Angels surrounding me heavenly
A super capture of that moment when the world moves around us and we are unaware of it. You’re giving me flashbacks to marathon writing again – so you’ve captured the experience perfectly!
It is so quick indeed, almost as long as one breathe.
six, quick, sick -I like the rhyme.
The shadows from the night in my mind are
Somehow disappearing into the dark side
Love these lines….And the rhyming of six, quick and sick…..
Well done so late (or early) in the game!