I wait for the morning light
And find the world unfolding
In strange and familiar ways
Sleep is not my friend
In the time between
the blue sky and the dark night
So I wait.
Sleep
I wait for the morning light
And find the world unfolding
In strange and familiar ways
Sleep is not my friend
In the time between
the blue sky and the dark night
So I wait.
Vampire Maman 
beautiful
Thank you Joan.
This is very calming… when reading it I think about you sitting outside in the night, enjoying the dark. 🙂
Yes, that would be me…most of the year. Thanks as always for dropping by.
Sleep never comes until after the midnight hour, and often the wee hours of the morning. Life so often seems more alive at night, either indoors or out. Liked the poem, J. It feels like night.