Too little too late

by jexmas on November 24, 2016

I stayed up too late, writing too little
Wrinkled fingers and tired eyes
Outside, the charcoal watercolor wash
Dampened the shore’s cool midnight

White-winged gulls no longer cried
Tucked their screeches under their wings
Lonely loons quieted their loony tunes
In the twinkling steel and diamond sky

As for me, bed beckoned and I obeyed
Sank into blanket clouds and sleep’s expanse
Drifted on the bountiful wind
And dreamt of life and consequence

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