Day-tide

I settle down,shake off the day.Sometimes, I still pray.It’s a sort of habit I never kicked.The words built for God,walk from my tongue,like water from a tap. Nevermind, that. I roll over, andbefore I sleep,I begin to dream.Explorations of a place that’s close,But never seems – quite available. It’s like I’m leaving myself on read.Continue reading “Day-tide”