Nocturnal Epiphanies
Where once there were sunrises waiting to be seen
Even when clouds seemed heavy
And somewhere in last night's time in between
Emptiness filled the sky where once bright reminders pointed to dawns of tomorrow
And memories yet to come
Their road signs undiscovered
And when I woke and last night became today
All that seemed possible disappeared into the passing mist of drifting fog
The shorelines of my soul no longer seemed reachable
And friendly trade winds steered afar where once their warmth cradled my solitude.
Tonight will bring a new beginning
For time can not repeat itself
It can only continue forward as time
To leave behind that residue some have called memory
Where others have called it... what? What was it called back then when
Nocturnal epiphanies
Made daytime reality bearable
On the other hand, many of my dreams turn into stories with characters and settings that I hadn't been thinking about during my waking hours. Over the years I have captured many of them in the morning and brought them to conclusion, something my dreams usually don't, running on and on until I wake. Without those nighttime tales, I believe my daytime imaginings would be very limited if at all.
Ron