I go to bed at night

and sleep until the afternoon

Always missing the sun

when it’s birthed and new

I keep sleeping through the day

and I’m yearning for more

I’m missing mornings

I’m missing time in gaps and spaces

My life is a blip, memories getting shipped away

to another galaxy–

I’m missing mornings, missing mornings

I go to bed at night

and sleep until the afternoon

Always missing the sun

When it’s birthed and new

I keep sleeping through the day

and think I’m cheating time

But in reality my dreams and will are stored on a ship,

spiraling in an eclipse against the dying dust of dimming stars

Missing mornings, missing mornings

~Sammicakes