SHUT EYES

                                           SHUT EYES

The part of waking in the morn

I find I most regret

is not the shaking off of sleep

or dreams I have not finished yet.

It's not a fear of dealing with

the unexpecteds of the day,

the dread of have-tos always there,

the choices I most need to weigh.

It's not about the what-will-come,

but rather about the now.

I lie in darkness all around

as blissful as a content cow.

My lids are shut and begging me

to not go to the light.

Morning waits to stun my eyes

Reality is oh so bright.

So I'll lie here but a moment more,

enjoying shut eye's grey.

There's nothing there of substance

to interrupt my stay.

The moment that I ope my eyes

in darkness or in light,

the wakened world will slither in

and chase away the night.

Bummer.

Doc Walton  April 2013