At night upon my pillow,
A featherweight of fear,
I look ahead to future,
And find it drawing near.
I drift into oblivion upon a sea of sleep,
Time stops upon the wave crest,
Time sinks into the deep,
And on this timeless ocean,
The clock and I both rest.
The moments hide in fathoms,
The months among the swells,
But in my war against today,
Eternity prevails.
2015