Did We Survive the Day

by Jenna Eatough

Hello, did we survive the day?
Oh, my friend, it’s too soon to say
For dreams and visions still abound
A quiet mind I’ve not yet found

To take away a long day’s sting
Those misty vales I’m visiting
Or perchance there’s a star afar
That will ease today’s mundane scar

Where words rumble or sooth away
Every doubt, there I long to stay
And listen to a world so bright
I cannot help but of it write

Then clutching close all that I see
All that I hope one day would be
Then at last with their ghosts I’ll lay
And sleep until dawns the new day