Awake

Awake.



slumber time horizons

dreaming of my pillow dimpled with the memory of your head

the morning mist still lifts inches above the ground as the bantam hen lays asleep in the hutch rooster nodding catching another wink before pecking at the spider web draped across his perch



slumber time horizons of silence,

cars shut down with vague notions of heat under the hood

shown as a silhouette of dew on the hood and roof of the car collecting the moisture from the fog of yesterday



slumber time awakening

thinking hearing and being lulled by the worlds turning to the beat of life

the sound of the shift workers shoes beating the sidewalk on the morning commute, the traffic copter pilot rushing to get up in the sky as it lightens and changes hues.



Slumber time muses

drifting train tones coming form the horizon whistle siren horn forlorn

drawing closer by the minute

it starts soft and muffled and becomes more pronounced as the rumble is felt through the stillness of the morning. this one is the one. the beat trans posed. enunciated with the clap of the consonant at the end of a beautifully pronounced wake up song as syllabic and distinct as the feeling of being adored in sleep by ones lover. received with a smile and affectionate brush of delicate feathery touch across my brow telling me to rest a moment longer.



slumber time illumination

lifting the chill the clouds define their destinations over the hills to lure the sun up into the heavens.

the molten colors transform midnight to twilight and surprise us with the unveiling

of the conflict between the coldness of space that delvers the life force of our souls.

I am wake now as I hear you leave singing your song , tones dropping in total Doppler effect. My muse much like a lovers voice, or humpback song passing the gate.

the sound of the traffic copter and free way blend in like the e sound of ocean waves. obscuring the tenderness to witch I awake.



You whisper in my ear. I love you! and I Smile and Awake.



BD Fri, Dec 2, 2005 3:38 AM