Tomorrow
If the sun falters
As it lays on its side
Ghost moons of the waters
Sway lying spirits to arise
If the clouds cloud clouds
As the rain rains its rain
Night’s keeper finds its soul
As the breezes breeze astray
All day – to dream of
Every night – I see them
Moments between
Sleep and starry skies
I blink. A tick of flickering time
I dream of every night
Passing past passed hours
Memory searches for the day
Enveloped in a bed of sunflowers
Packaged to be sent away.
