Thursday, January 27, 2011

Sunday


As the sunlight creeps through the shutters,
Another morning greets me as an afternoon.
Foggy dream stories start to fade and flutter.
As the sunlight creeps through the shutters.
My mind awakens, my mouth mutters:
“Damn, I’ve slept past noon!”
As the sunlight creeps through the shutters,
Another morning greets me as an afternoon.