Little Comfort

at the end of the day
we give in
sensing the coming of
darkness
we settle
for what is given
deep into the middle
of the night
we are taken into
the secret homes
of our dreams

there we are helpless
there we are
nothing

we realize we are but
flashes of light

more like the
flickers of the stars
in such a vast space
of emptiness
& perfect silence

to comfort us
when we wake up
a bright morning
gives more
offers

on the sea
some boats some seagulls
on the shore
some fish
newly caught

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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