When The Day Is Drifting!
When the day is drifting
and leaving me some slack-
I breathe real slow-
nowhere to go-
lay dreaming on my back.
The moments merge in focus
and smile into my heart-
they let me see-
leave me be-
no need to play a part.
The clock ticks on for ever
with ready-steady arm-
no list to tick-
no game to pick-
this clock with no alarm.
No ending or beginning-
I'm simply here in now-
alive with breath-
no thought of death-
away from why and how.
When the day is drifting
and leaving me some slack-
I breathe real slow-
nowhere to go-
lay dreaming on my back.
Joy Weare.
3rd July, 2007.
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