Lost Thoughts

I shouldn’t, but I do, ponder—

And awaken in the darkness,

To the stillness of many nights—

As if the ground is spinning

Beneath my mindful being.

My eyes are pried by the hand

That guides me—the fantastic

Force that I am not accustomed

To facing… I am admitting,

And speaking of slurring

Sentiment and meaning.

I shouldn’t, but I do, wonder—

In the same darkness, the stillness—

Which are akin to one another—

Where you may reside as I,

Stare off across, homes and lawns,

Which, to me, have become castles

And courtyards, of far greater,

Imagination than I could muster.

I ponder and wonder, together,

In the darkness… And I curse myself,

For awakening, but I find comfort,

In knowing that you are likely

Safe at home, deep in slumber.

      DannYetman

www.DanielYetman.com