Apologies to my readers
The words which I
So enjoy and the
Stories that they spin
Somehow got stuck caught
Or simply dried up
Maybe I got tired
Perhaps I grew old
At any rate I
Decided to step away
Step down and stop
I have discovered in
My long long life
That when anything stops
Being a joy then
It’s best to sleep
Repair renew and dream
Sometimes you just don’t
Can’t won’t or will
Sometimes the desire is
Gone keeping you still
And quiet faraway from
Writing like a pill
Whether swallowed or penned
Simply paying the bill
For things already written
Sleep I do
Sleep I must
Dreams they woo
Dreams they dust
Wake I too
Wake I trust
Day we shoo
Day we bust
Night it soothes
Night it shush’s
Never minimize your accomplishments
For to one what
Might seem like a
Pebble and to another
A stone yet another
A rock to many
A boulder and to
Most the mountain don’t
Forget that whatever lays
In the path has less
To do with their
Size and much more
To do with how
We perceive them to
Laying here in darkness
Listening to you breathe
Reminded of yesterday and
So many other yesterday’s
That now here turn
Backwards like the pages
Of a forgotten book
Abandoned as we picnicked
On those autumn afternoons
The beauty we are
Is not what has
Already been written but
What is yet to
Write and then to
Read in the dark
While you are sleeping
