It was day, but it is night now.
Light is turning off
One Switch after another
Congealing the fate of the day.
I want to slam the door on those who sleep
Waking them up to finish our conversations.
My dreams have been like coffins
For unfinished business affairs
With the jury still out, but
The memories buried
And the coffin sealed shut against tomorrow.
Moss blocking a line of a tombstone’s
Melody sung in difference–
Go home again.
Go home again!