Oh the sky,
Looking out the window
Into the dark before
Sleep, emotions admixed into
Deepest weariness,
And it is, in this hour
Barely into a coming new day
So light, unnerving because
It is not the solstice yet come
That I give in to every scrap
Of unknowing, wherein lies the knowing
And I tell myself that
The roadmap is tucked away somewhere
In the constellations of my mind
Maybe in my heart, although
I’m not too sure about that.
I’m so tired, and not even
Too sure about why
But as my old boat floats out to sea
I wonder, could you ever
Come with me?
May 24, 1:15 AM
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