5 am And Counting

Shadows stir like a snake in the grass,

Ominous in the absence,

Silence quivers,

 

Figments of fancy parading past,

Like wayward currents,

Of  celestial rivers,

 

Streetlights haunt the paneling of pine,

Echos whisper soft remorse,

With the rustling of sheets,

 

Rolling over yet again, I check the time,

Still helplessly hoping,

For dream’s release.

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