More And More

I awoke into a music which no one about me heard. Whom shall I thank for it? - Thoreau

these endless days

these pajama nights

bottomless with no feet

which is wrong

which is right

if they're with me then who's minding the store

who

i can't help but wonder

wonder

more and more

Author's Note

If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal- that is your success. - Thoreau

Reviews

[sette]

well done pete a poem about lifting one's spirits is what everyone needs especially at this time