Few moments in between

I remember to breathe
lying in this moment of void,
no thoughts necessitated,
half awake slumber.

My mind, fertile awaits
blankly the next morn with

no breaks, halts or hesitation
none analysis precipitated.

Lying barren,
naïve in the spring of time,
aroused in the calm of night,
seizing the light of silence;
stop to wonder if
meaning needs a structure,
words need lamentation
of fruitless use, the thoughts
never consciously intended.

No sensation, perhaps a tinge
of discomfort at the warmth
as the faded light merges
with my eyelids; sure to be
forgotten with the sun.