In contemplation of lazy days

Lazy days become yesterdays,
Time spent in contemplation.
Memories replaced with
the unknown of tomorrow.
The cool contentment breeze
Dulls the anticipation.
There is a waiting,
A joy for that to come.
Breathe in, breathe out,
Day becomes night,
Night becomes day.
All the nuances of life
Flutter by, a dying moth
Seeking light, attracted
To the heights of stars
That cannot be reached.
Lazy days, reposed
In the lap of mortality.
Observing in a half sleep,
Dreaming in the shell of now,
What could have been.

Copyright: 2009, Donald Harbour

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