Neck deep in night <br />With mainland morning just a line <br />On the horizon under a splash of ink sky <br />Spilt by the arm of waking dreams. <br /> <br />Two ships pass the last pipe of darkness. <br />Flagpoles fidget for their flags; <br />Unbridled masts fret for the bit. <br />Apart from the odd sighing truck <br />Lights change for no one in particular. <br /> <br />Clocks lap daylight's shore <br />And a time lock ticks, ticks, <br />On the stable door of my dreams.<br /><br />Seamus Hogan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nightshift-2/
