In a blink
It is no longer one day
But thirty-one.
All these numbers,
Wearying in their count,
Are shadows that have grown long
Ah, a blink
How much more it is than that,
For it contains
All the deepest
Sorrows and budding joys
Of the days for which it speaks
But, a blink it remains
Quickly over, quickly gone
Though you bear the marks
Of the shadows grown long
So, a blink
Then the bed begins to feel
Normal again.
Mem'ry softens
And cacophony dims
In the darkness that lay behind
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
In a blink
It is no longer one day
But thirty-one.
All these numbers,
Wearying in their count,
Are shadows that have grown long
Ah, a blink
How much more it is than that,
For it contains
All the deepest
Sorrows and budding joys
Of the days for which it speaks
But, a blink it remains
Quickly over, quickly gone
Though you bear the marks
Of the shadows grown long
So, a blink
Then the bed begins to feel
Normal again.
Mem'ry softens
And cacophony dims
In the darkness that lay behind
