The 365 Project

the blankets wouldn’t
release me as i lay trying
to go back to where i was
minutes ago with the cold
from the open window
working its way
into my failed attempt
at dream recovery

morning is a cruel killer
of warm blanketed bliss
a destroyer of dreams
evaporating the gentle
black of night and pressing
the moon into submission

night keeps its greatest
secret during the day
in hiding from
the accusations
of
the sun

bhagiti 9.13.07 perrysburg, oh