lazy day haze

woke up lost is a lazy day haze

basking in the depths

of silky sheets washing over

the warm wet depth of this comfort

lying here dazed and wonder

which way willed the time away

presently past now

and how could I not find myself

lost all over again

in another morning of darkness

in another evening of night

alright i sigh

rocking back in the tide of it

dreaming i’ll find my way out

tomorrow