Its six o’clock in the morning <br />and the rain is tapping on my windowpane. <br />I’ve got up because I couldn’t sleep <br />for a little space of my own. <br />Fed our cats, so I could sit in the quiet <br />and not be bothered by anything. <br />Letting my mind slide into a dream. <br />I feel the pull of another world <br />and not the one I’m living in, <br />of relaxing in a far off land <br />surrounded by old friends. <br />Somewhere I could sit down <br />and talk away the hours at a long leisurely pace. <br />Reminisce of the things we’ve done, <br />both happy and sad. <br />Enjoying a rest bite from the world <br />that in which we have to live <br />and when my eye lids get heavy <br />as sleep want to approach <br />I could bit everyone goodnight <br />and scuttle of to bed <br />disappearing from that imaginary world <br />and awake in reality. <br />Wondering if when I close my eyes again <br />will I once again visit them? <br /> <br />17 January 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-morning-daydream/
