When Day Is Done...
Shadows lenghten. The sun slips down behind the mountains. Soon a sliver of a moon slides out from behind the clouds. Day is done.
Sometimes I wish the day was longer, as there was more I intended to accomplish. No amount of fretting extends the hours in my days. Other days, I welcome nightfall. Pulling the soft sheets up over my weary body is a welcome thought. Tonight it is the latter. My work for today is done, and I will soon slumber.
Here is a poem I wrote:
"Nocturnal Bliss"
By Marlene Depler
Sleep---who can resist the summons
of nocturnal bliss? Pulled out on gentle tides
into a pool of dreams.
Sleep---welcome relief
from life's persistent problems.
Demands, decisions melt away
in this realm of the unconscious.
Sleep---a wondrous gift;
restoration for weary mind and body.
Sinking...floating...drifting...flying...
slumber beckons me away until morning.
(c) Marlene Depler
1 comment:
Once again, a beautiful poem. I wish words would form in my mind as well as they do in yours. You truly have a gift.
Now I feel sleepy, and I've only been up for a couple of hours this morning :)
There's nothing like a lovely sleep!!
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