Running Down

Long nearing-winter night once paling at its eastern edge seems to have been shorter than others I recall. I don't know why my eyes keep wanting to close. It's been no time at all. Maybe it's this night's slightly less chilled air, or the purring of the cat. Maybe it's the unheard music unbidden running through my head as though some celestial radio has been left on. Maybe I'm merely eager to dream and find there something I've lost or never known I had. Slight pale sky is all I'll see this morning though, I think. Here's this in lieu of dawn:

( Sunday Verse )