11/04/2025

Nothing important to say tonight–

I am tired and will sleep soon.

I hope to dream of beautiful places,

and to wake with a better mind,

a finer thought to be etched

atop a hearty breakfast and

a little morning sun poking through.

But tonight I will sleep and will sleep well,

for the petals of gray flowers

occupy my peripherals,

and a released sense of falling 

nods my head back.

I shall be myself again

tomorrow.