Things that flow

Time is a relative phenomenon:
Trickling when words fail,
Spurting in dreams,
Flowing in the joy of a moment.

Listening to familiar voices through paper-thin walls
In drowsiness I feel detached from late-night activity
Too tired to bother to make things rhyme
Just a need for ink to flow along with the time
(Ok, but that rhymed.)

Tonight my eyes feel dry
Heater made the air warm and toasty
Thought-clouds above my head too weather-beaten
For tears to flow
(Maybe just don't want to let go.)

Time to sleep in restless slumber
Laughter, handwriting, hair, a tangled mess
Straighten it out in morning's thunder
Though skies pour with rain, the time flows no less.

(January 2006)