By the time you see this, it might be morning.
Will you be sipping your coffee as you read these words?
When you see it again, it might be night.
Will you be in your pajamas blinking sleep out of your eyes?
In your day, I see you smiling, laughing.
With your head tilted back, the way only you could.
Explosions of joy escaping your breath,
over some jest someone had made, perhaps.
In your night, I see you reading, thinking, writing.
With your legs crossed at your chair,
leaning just a bit too close to the monitor.
Moving the world with your keystrokes
Just a fly on the wall am I, for now.
An overactive imagination painting pictures
of what is, what could be, what should be.
It's enough to drive anyone mad.
But there is a promise, hanging in the night sky.
A future so bright almost fearful to look directly upon.
As I say goodbye to the night sky and welcome the day,
The sun rises out of the east to start the day anew.
So sleep the sleep of the weary, rest your tired brow.
Let all the worries of the past melt away in your slumber.
Forget your life, and all it's little troubles,
and wake up refreshed, feeling anew.
So that you can read these words over your coffee...
I am yours now, and I am yours in the morning.
Grape.



