Head, Heart and Thoughts

My days are like unfinished poems

waiting for a closure

hoping for a closure.

As the dark night arrives

not able to complete it

it closes its eyes.

It falls asleep with the night.

The dawn brings light

but the unfinished poem

disappears,

little by little.

 

And with the new dawn

with a new ray of hope

a brand-new poem takes birth.

 

-Dreams that change daily