The night falls in whispers
so quietly you don't notice it.
Old Sol lays his sleepy head
down below the horizon.
A full moon smiles it's silver
light upon slumbering creatures.
Your life has passed another milestone
in its diurnal journey.
When you were an infant your
mother taught you to suck her breast milk.
Now your life is being sucked away
so slowly that you hardly notice that too.
But one day you wake up and realize that
your life has only been a day's journey
to an unknown destiny.
If you're lucky, you will appreciate
the small oblivion's along the way.
Thursday, March 18, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: lessons of life,awakening,uncertainty,objectives