Eventide. Poem by Miki Byrne

Eventide.



Eventide.

The tide of sleep rolls in.
Fills the coves of my mind.
Sweeps in the flotsam of dreams,
that swirl and eddy throughout the night.
I bob like a small vessel
upon the depths of dark hours,
feel the lift and fall and in the morning
the tide recedes. To wash me slowly
toward a new beach of wakefulness.

Sunday, January 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams,evening,sleeping
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