Friday, May 13, 2016

Not Tired Yet

by Jim Rapp

The day has ended
without conferring its gift
of evening tiredness.

It’s better to read
than, tossing and turning, fail
to silence the brain.

To silence the brain?
There is no silencing that
eternal mainspring.

Wound at birth, it drives
incessantly, night and day,
day and night, t’ward home.

Perhaps at last sleep
will come, but loaded with thoughts,
encapsuled in dreams.

Dreams; instructors of
the soul, shining lights too harsh
for the wakeful mind

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