When one awakens then the day begins Today my day began along with night I slept through afternoon and woke at five It was already dark as the world spins
But in my case a day of night felt right Though sick all day here I am still alive I missed the worst an innocent asleep No day but night no heaven but no hell
My day was dark and now my night is deep Yet dark and deep describe my feelings well Drinking strong tea while hoping for the best Now I will see what can be done with it
Let others have the day we have the rest To play and puzzle where our pieces fit The moon the stars and other nightly things Like the magic when the night raven sings
You weave magic with your words, Stevie; and it is hard to see ravens in the night (and that may be a good thing at times). Thank you, my friend. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)
Reviewed on January 12, 2007
"Let others have the day we have the rest
To play and puzzle where our pieces fit
The moon the stars and other nightly things
Like the magic when the night raven sings"
Those who work nights (sleep days) will know this as life, and night life is as special as the night people whose moves under the moon are sometimes magic, indeed.
Steven, this has to be one of my favorites from you -- your imagery takes me on a journey of recognition -- I especially love this phrase, " ...To play and puzzle where our pieces fit ..." This is perfectly lovely! Outstanding!
Love,
CJ
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Deeply felt and deeply taken
Love your wording
As your journey begins nommatter what hour
WArm HuGs,WArrior Sheee
beautiful picture and words
feel better
take care
Regis
To play and puzzle where our pieces fit
The moon the stars and other nightly things
Like the magic when the night raven sings"
Those who work nights (sleep days) will know this as life, and night life is as special as the night people whose moves under the moon are sometimes magic, indeed.
Nice one, Steve!
Ted
Love,
CJ