Things that are Important to Me

it was a birth of sorts in the summer
blue sky seemed to slip in
after cool dawns, slide through
the day and it wasn't until night
pushed it beyond the foot of the horizon,
that i realised another had passed,
one more day to add to the others
that centered me then disappeared
only to let night's haunts
drag me into a bad dreamland,
where black marks gathered and stuck
like ear wax on cotton buds.