Breeze
not wanting to do anything
even sleep is too much
eyelids too weak to close
thought becomes tiresome
slowing breath conserves strength
darkness is rest for the eyes
just waiting for a breeze
a moon for a light
witnessing stars
in the comfort of night
suddenly the nothingness
and that odd jolt
awakens the open eyes
to silence
starlight witnessing eternity moving
in a single breath
any wanting too much
becoming tiresome thought
resting open eyes
not wanting to do anything
just waiting for a breeze
A. Mendoza
6-10-2020
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