Into the Night, Out of the Day
When the rush of the traffic slows to silence
I know the time without a clock.
What does the revolution of time mean?
Can't I sit without a reminder.
Yet, with or without time my body slopes.
It isn't a call, it is more or less a hope.
One of peace and joy of a soft pillow and sweet sleep.
Into the night, out of the day I pray...
it is repeated again and again for
another tomorrow and another day.
Copyright © Victoria Riis | Year Posted 2013
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