Later

A poem that came from staying awake and thinking too much.

Night falls on another day,
sooner, faster, and quicker than I thought it would.
Things left undone are still and
will be until tomorrow.
Theres a splash in the pool outside.
Someone else has forgotten
that night is for sleeping, or dreaming.
It is not for swimming or thinking or writing.

A quick poem in the night.
That was going to be a title
but has turned to a line.
A never ending rhythm drums
in my head. It pounds out words
that I dont think I have heard
in a very long time.

I think it is my heart beating again.
My mind hears the time of it
and thinking it a long forgotten
music naturally tries to remember the words.
It forgets that it was always the one that
wrote them and sang them to life.
I hope I wont forget the sound again.