Last night the morning vanished

Where once there were sunrises waiting to be seen

Even as clouds seemed heavy

For somewhere in last night’s time in between

Where once bright reminders ushered in the dawns of tomorrow

With memories yet to come

And road signs not yet discovered

Emptiness filled the moonlit sky

When I awoke this morning and last night became today

All that seemed possible evaporated with the mist of drifting fog

The shorelines of my soul no longer seemed reachable

Just as friendly trade winds steered afar

Where once their warmth cradled my solitude.

We must trust the night of tomorrow will bring a new beginning

For time cannot repeat itself

It can only continue forward as time

Leaving only in its path that residue called memory

We once even called it… what? What did we call it

When there was never a last night to make the morning vanish?