Waking with dreamt memories
Perched on the bridge of your
Nose
Sighing as the birds called, singing
To wake you from the escape you
Leave behind
These days, no one knows what a
Day will bring and what a friend will
Say
This kind of day, this kind of morning is
Leaving us slowly, slipping away into
Other times
Leaving us barren, without the joys of
Sleeping, conquering dreams, finding heat
And happiness
Or else rage, let me tear you open and
Spill your secrets like entrails on my wide
White bed
These mornings see us breathing soft and
Wishing for more, waking to the world and
Its rhythms
These days you never know what news will
Strike in the middle of your sweat and work
Mid-afternoon
To catch you unaware, although few things ever
Have snuck up on you, you are not often
Sleeping, peaceful, as you were this
Morning