morning – Poétique

Still

I had a dream last night
That I held you; scooped you up
While you were dying again
I watched you breathing slowly
I remember when your
Aptitude was faltering like this
Fading before my eyes
But still hanging onto
The breath of life
We find ourselves aching
From stress but keep moving
Of course I can’t really tell
But the shivers seem abnormal
I want to ignore the way that
You’re sleeping but
Maybe your heart is overworked
Some part of you is giving out?
I would never be ready
I’m not sure how to
Handle the exit approach
I saw you looking confused
Earlier today
So much to celebrate and then
Nothing is too great
If you’re gone
I could sing you a lullaby
Wake up alone
If I fall asleep will you still
Be there in the morning?

Morning Muse

A cool morning so brisk
Walk upon my yesterday and the
Shattered expectations are like
Frosty glass over the ground
A quiet stroll in canopies dark
Keeps peaceful moments
On the brow if to believe
Having alone time is a thing
On an earth filled with so many
We have to catch a place
Where we can commune
With the stars and with the moon
Find our logic that is buried
Deep beneath the noise and
Chatter of a daily grind
The lip of the horizon
Is burning pink where the sun
Has come to consummate
Today which was tomorrow
I kissed the pillow half an hour
Before I woke and thanked you
For being here even though
You are a shadow of my dream
You smiled and held me like
A vapor betwixt in sleep and
Cradled thoughts
I’m not completely resolute
On who you are

Seasons

The sun wraps around my face
After long dreams of being in France
Working as a stenographer
Learning to type is learning to speak
Like the language of life
We wrap ourselves so deep
In the meaning of friendship
And the loss of our loved ones
And again the sun wraps around us
Like a giant blanket that can only
Be received in the form of light
This is the beauty of the morning
Starting again when we had nothing
Left and at our wits end the day before
A heavy sleep and a few hours
To peek into the other side of the veil
Rejuvenates hope and springs
Forth a moment to begin with
New connections down the slopes
Of unpredictable waking life

Every Morning

Norse code
Looking for the compass
To uncover the myth
Of your body
Not to feel
Defeated
For to be what is desired
By the thing I want the most
Is to inhale the breath
That you exhale
Am I awake or am I sleeping
How much more
Will it take
All the promises I’m keeping
For us
For myself
How many more breaths
How many more steps
Until you fortify
My every morning