New Day Out Of Reach Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Writing into a new and as yet darkened morning, sun
still sleeping beyond the horizon, no where in sight.

Stars still shining, twinkling upon earth with their
bright and steady blinking.

Looking at the face of a clock, seeing the moments
moving forward through the rest of the night.

They seem to not be moving and a new day is standing
just out of my reach.

Giving in, putting down my pen once again, going to
sleep, awaiting the sun in dreams, refined through
reality's imagination.