Wakefulness

When reality can mirror the keenest of bedtime reveries,

it gets hard to tell the night-time from the day.
This winter sleep is precious but sunlight even more so,
for day time is where my daydreams are made good;

and since monochrome has been my rest of late,

I hope always to be awake.

I miss you Michele and Sam!

And I miss you Mum Dad and Jo Ann.