Ode to Daily Routine

August 31, 2012 at 6:03 pm (Reflections)

Using the days to cry, the nights to dream my nightmares, and the time in between to smile…

Outside, the sun keeps scorching the pavement.
Come twilight, my friend, when I’m no longer alone,
accompanied by shadows from the past.
We drink merrily and feast on thought and feeling,
forgiving weaknesses, harsh words and spear wounds,
forgetting nothing.
Come twilight, come the morn,
drained from our musings,
I fall into sweet slumber,
racing time and space again,
a nightmare, turned a dream by thoughts of you,
of days gone-by, of days to-come, of parallel worlds.
Sometimes the only nightmare is the waking.
Sometimes, I’ve lost you even there.
Wake up more exhausted from the action movie in my head.
And then – to spot a picture, a smell, or sound, and to cry again, and again, and again.
And then to smile.

‘Tis a life none can claim was squandered.

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