Now is the later I'll never have

I was in bed, having strange dreams that involved a psychedelic mouse. Woke to a lazy drizzle and the comfort of knowing that I have completed all my pending assignments and have nowhere to go. Brushed my teeth and had some tea. Went back to bed and extricated the book I was reading from under the covers.

Spent three hours of glorious, sharp, uninterrupted reading.

Walked to the kitchen where mom had made me something I had casually asked for yesterday and forgotten.

So, settled down to have a slice of crisp, flaky quiche with tangy onion and mushroom filling. And a large cup of nice, hot coffee. Both made by Ma.

It’s time to go back under the covers.

I bid adieu to time well-spent
In a home raging with love
I bid adieu to mornings that went
Unbidden to skies above
I say hello to a peeping moon
That shouldn’t be out just yet
It replies with a cheeky grin
Perched on a lacy cloud that’s wet
It’s the nature of farewells to haunt
With memories of the first greeting
It’s in the mechanics of all things beautiful
To be brittle, perhaps, and fleeting
There are the trodden prints of time
Through every void you look
The final journey of an innocent age
Is to return to the bed and the book.