like now....

The laugh of the tick,
As you wrestle the clock.
The night growing thick,
As you wait for the tock.

Blank ceiling stares,
Shifting positions break silence
you dreamed of before.

I will to be a sky lark,
Lying here restless,
Willing thoughts clear and stop
One by one,
Laid out to consider
When morning breaks
And i shall be awake
Still,
For i am an owl,
And looking round
At the others singing,
I am not part of this chorus.

With dark long since settled,
Light forced long,
Retreating to corners,
Shadows shining now,
I lie,
Sure that as dreams take this day,
And the dark has its way,
I’ll play no part,
For in a moment
I will inhale deeply the morning,
Eyes to bow to the sun, so serene
And I gaze long to dream I will seize it.