Daylight to Nightfall

Daylight, in slow-paced motion,

Reaches quaintly into my heart,

Planting an inkling—I have no need

To sweat or writhe over tomorrow,

Simple on paper to await with ease. 

It does not yet exist and with that,


I have a choice to make; 

Remain calm within and soak up

The current of the day, or to break

Down in my bothered head, hurried into a

Tomorrow that does not yet include me.

I should remain here, in the slow-paced

Daylight and look forward to 

Centered nightfall.