Reluctant Sleep

Cheating yesterday

The light is gone, surrendered hours ago.

The void is without movement and sound.

Tired without the slowing of the mind.

limited time, underlines my reluctance to fade.

So much to ponder, so much to say.

The music of life yet to hear.

It conflicts with the silence of the beckoning slumber.

It seeks to rob the experiences and take away the light.

To sleep is to cheat the story unfolding.

Why would I leave this to be missed?

Why would I withdraw from the artist’s painting?

The light dims…I give in.

Colors fade and invite the darkness.

I awake to new light, a new painting, a new story.

It’s a new day, but I feel I have cheated the last one.