Climbing a mountain

Filled with hills of thoughts.

Memory capsized and sunk,

Leaving me with what I brought.

Daylight only awakened

The draft of another day.

Darkness is where I tarry,

For inspiration, they say.

Left to wander the valleys

Where thoughts often stray.

Buried in sunsets closing,

Perhaps where I'll stay.

Thoughts mired in the dark

Where shadows no longer are cast.

There I will sleep till daylight;

Arise and awake at last.