The Shine

In my nocturnal connection I live between two worlds the one that is past and the one that has just begun the sound of crickets tells me I'm not quite awake but the glare of the screen tells me, I am not alseep Forgoing the dream that was meant to be complete I chose to knit the word before the break of dawn not a sound do I hear cept' the sound of my fingers as they meet the plastic keys of my computer screen No happy thoughts come my way no sad ones either though my pillow whispers alone I'm not discontent for theres a beautiful lampost staring out my window and it is eager to read what I am planning to soon seed In my nocturnal visits I encounter the mainstay of wake and only the crickets know where I am, for me thats OK for soon the world will be abuzz with all kinds of action and I will have to say goodbye, to the nights refraction.