We made it through the night
clung on tight to the pinpricks
in our eyes
watched the moon as it sunk
saw the sun as a rose in
those gardens of the dawn where
life can dream of being born to bloom.
I don’t count them anymore
the nights that have gone before
nor the days that always seemed to
drag me down,
it has become
‘one small step, one giant leap’
one more chance to escape
‘the big sleep’
and that is always the question.
© 2020, John Smallshaw.