Thoughts Before Sleep

That time right before
midnight--
That is the time.
That one last minute
falling away to the
fleeting memory of what was
yesterday.

The stain of latest experiences
mark the brain; are
assimilated
into the volume of the mind.

This minute is lonely--caught
in between two days; always
overlooked.
This minute may change the world.
A miracle could quell the
loneliness
ringing
shaking
the foundations of my soul.
Yearning, as this minute in which
I write,
to be loved.