2.50am
Can I remember a time when I thought that trees were just green?
Do I know of a sunrise, or sunset, that doesn't make my soul ache?
Is there always this fire in my gut?
Have these burning fingers always belonged to me?
Was there ever a second when there was not a word for something?
Can I remember a day when I did not write?
Should I hold this moment now to cry at the stars?
(The print is by Gedeon Peteri - Summer Solstice)
3 comments:
That sounds like a really long night!
Those are very moving lines, Minx.
Long and beautiful Susan. I don't cry over my insomnia, just accept that I need very little sleep. Beside which I would never get the ironing done and think how many stars I would miss!
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