Some days plod forever Some trip lightly by Fast or slow I never Could understand why Yet each day wends its way At just its own pace Until another day Arrives in its place
I choose the nights between Them in any case The lights by which I see You know what I mean You and night and I know Night is and will always be A flow not fast nor slow The best time of day to me
Come night until another day Arrives next morning: come and play
Unigue and unusual looke at life as the modem to transport one through time such as from night to day. Often the dark of night seems comforting and in this case safer then that of the glare of daylight. Interesting Steve.
You know something, Steve. Sometimes the day seems long and dreary. Sometimes the night does too. Miserable by day, can't sleep at night. Sigh! Other times the day is quick and I sleep through the night. But as I look back they all seemed to have gone by too quickly. I guess it is only a matter of perspective. Anyway, a beautiful write there.
God Bless,
Lew
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God Bless,
Lew
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