Drooping: Losing Steam

Silver flashes
Across the mind,
Followed by
Some quiet time,

Energy dropping
Below the horizon,
Tired of flying
Above the cloudbank;

Drifting downward
Towards the earth,
Like a spent bird
Seeking a safe perch,

Sitting softly
Feather’s preening,
Watching as
The sun sits gleaming,

Wrapped in clouds,
The golden ball sinks,
Off to shine
Upon unknown precincts;

I could look them up
On a map
But would really prefer
To take a nap!

But instead of that
I have to get to work,
So no more daydreaming
Or metaphors streaming;

If I could
Stay at home, however,
It would not likely
Make things any better,
So I’d best get up and get there.