Sleep
Pictures of the past
Ehoes of the future
Dreams or reality.
Every night the fight goes on trying to separate the past from the future.
Given only so much quite time to sort and put into order what is, what was and
what will be.
You awaken feeling refreshed not knowing the impact of your dreams, knowing only
the way you must go.
Every night the rush goes on sorting your day to help you find your way, before the
light of morning awakes you.
Awake now to a clear mind and the knowledge of that nights sleep.
Your journey has just started, but never will it end.
Copyright © Barb Wiste | Year Posted 2011
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