a forest of stars

It seems like every day this has been
An every day monotony
Since every day began
Ending where it started
It seems like every morning this has been
A constant red reminder
Of a faintly recognizable
Night light from a past life

And I imagine nights of marvel
In my small and wide-eyed way
Drifting in a rowboat
Waving to the quay

Well I'm letting go tonight
I'm letting myself slip
Into a waiting water
Into a forest of stars

It seems like coffee drenched the upside
Of all of my best ideas
Since I showered them
With a dull sense of discretion
It seems like moving right along inside
A weaving sort of time
Wondering if you'll run out
If you'll overshoot or what

And I imagine nights of starkness
In the dark and naked black
Drifting in a sifting land
Shaking off the sand

Well I'm letting myself go tonight
I'm letting myself slip
Into a waiting water
Into a forest of stars

(c) Florence McNair 2007