These heavy eyes
Took a break from sleep
As the sun poured into my window...
Blinding me awake
Once God's searchlight has moved
Out of my way
I will return
To the factory of dreams
Is not as it seems...
Yet still strangely prophetic.
COPYRIGHT © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (JTK.CA)
Tad's Note: I guess God woke me up with his searchlight
so I could write this poem.
That's not a wink. I'm just half asleep.