11:59 pm

11:59 pm

 
(with thanks to Blondie)

 
The deeds of the day are set in stone
or cast to the winds of tomorrow
still undone

The memory of what has passed is set in place
or pushed into the recesses
still unclear

The dreams of tomorrow are set in clouds
and left to wander in vapour
still hopeful

The thoughts of working day are laid to rest
as is the weary body and soul
still waking

The minds eye closes and the real eye spies the time
a minute left before the ‘morrow
still virgin

Echoes of a song long loved – it’s 11:59
and I want to stay alive
still breathing

The eyes close and reach for dreamland
drifting away in slumber
still living

Iain

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