letsleep

i sleep with the moon, the moment

when the sun enters the sky. 

there’s an ethereal beauty 

to a blue canvas tinged with gray, 

where the clouds 

recollect themselves 

after a long night of introspection. 

there is peace. 

there is my ending. 

sunrise calls just 

about every drop of energy

from my veins, 

deposits it in my head 

and waits until the setting 

for it all to come alive again. 

night after 

night after 

night. 

good night.

This poem is about: 
Me

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