In the middle of day
\nI went to sleep.
\nWhen the afternoon was dancing,
\nthe sun cascading like a waterfall
\ninto every shadow.
\nThen, in the sinister silence
\nof the night I woke.
\nExploring every crevice of the bed.
\nFluffing my pillow,
\nand like a sentry looking
\npast the window.
\nWhat goes there?
\nSounds I never hear in the daylight.
\nSo tired, but impossible
\nto return to the balm of dreams.
\nBirds whimper.<\/p>\n
Does the world in a secret congress
\nstare into the dark like this,
\nand long for the first sliver of dawn
\nto sigh?
\nPerhaps as time accumulates
\nour story,
\nand there is no sleep left for us.
\nSo much wants to come back.
\nA life waiting to wake up again.
\nTo reclaim streets and joys,
\nwhile the present is shoved aside.
\nMan and beast,
\ntree and bird,
\nwanting back what was had,
\nwith no time left
\nfor the healing innocence of sleep.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In the middle of day I went to sleep. When the afternoon was dancing, the sun cascading like a waterfall into every shadow. Then, in…<\/p>\n