Drift

Quiet nights fill this old house

Nothing stirs,

Except for fleeting thoughts

The day’s sun,

Put quite a burn on me,

And now I’m left with,

That familiar pinch

The one the sun leaves with you,

To let you know,

That while the sun loves you,

The sun can hurt you, too

But within the quiet of this house,

And the pain of the sting,

And the tired eyes,

Is a feeling of comfort

A feeling which says,

It was a pretty good day

Salty waves,

Blistering sunshine,

Nighttime breezes,

And far off thoughts

Thoughts of you,

And how I plan,

To do all of this,

All over again, tomorrow

© D J Loweman 2015

 

 

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