A plane on the tarmac waits its turn
It’s crowded on the runway tonight…
A thousand thoughts take off flying into the endless stars
Outside my window
Hand to cheek
Face smooshed into my pillow
Waiting
For that final moment – when consciousness meets the black
And everything fades
Fold up the wheels
Soaring into dreams
Alas
My plane waits on the tarmac
So many thoughts a head
Just
Have
To
Wait
For all of them
To take off and turn
Over
Again
My brother and I would call it The Slumber Train…
That’s a lovely thought. I can never remember how it when I fall asleep but just the waiting sometimes
So lovely. It only takes a bit of waiting, observing and listening for those creative ideas to appear! 💕
And the certainty that my they will appear. 😊
Are you getting ready to take flight, Kate?
To dreamland – yes Len, had the first good sleep last night in a week but in a plane ..think I will travel a lot more cautiously then I used to in the future.