Out there in land of sleep,
Fantasy awaits some we keep;
Forgetting night's dream
I awake, with a blank mind,
For a day that's kind;
With vast world before me,
It's happening can't you see,
There above us, oh so high,
Clouds mapping sky.
© gillena cox 2023
REVISIT
20170501
2017 mapping sunlight
This is Monday WRites 393
You've heard about the Monday Blues
well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).
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