Vivid Lives

Two hours ago
Eyes were heavy
Sleep not far behind
The only cure for winter cold
But it was too early
Much too early
To simply sleep
I turned to my old
Forgotten friend
A novel on my bedside table
The pages turned
Action roared
A killer caught
More were sought
And the voices lived on
But now I must sleep
As the night rolls on
But the brain won’t let go
Those tales it was told
And unfinished stories
Left in the book
Until tomorrow night

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