Early Bird

If I wake as the sun rises,
with the birds in song,
I am in control.

If this moment slips by, however
I’m in dream and sleep-in,
I am lost – know not where I should begin.

Lethargy cloaks me,
I’m dormant,
a shell of a man.

Rise with the sun,
like all other living things,
and I am on my way.

Give in to sleep,
like fever,
and I am far from present.

Every morning I debate myself,
an internal dialect on repeat,
“should I or shouldn’t I?”

I often convince myself the latter,
though the former I know to be right,
avoiding the inevitable journey that lay ahead.

I really should get up.


Afternoon Sun

The afternoon sun,
is beaming through my window –
things are looking up.

It’s summer,
and I’m feeling alright,
because of this afternoon sun.

It’s leading me down a road,
I’ve never been down before,
yet I know I can trust.

For the afternoon sun,
like a blanket,
warm on a cold night.

There’s nothing better,
no other place I’d rather be,
can’t think of anywhere I need to be.

There is no conflict,
only peace,
a quite that can’t be disturbed.

The afternoon sun,
on a Sunday afternoon,
drifts me to sleep,

and I dream so sweet.


Looking Down

I’ve been looking down,
not knowing where I’m going,
or what’s coming my way,
too scared to look,
too afraid to risk it.

I’ve been lost in thought,
dreaming and unaware,
I see my footprints,
but I’m not going anywhere,
yet I see your shadow.

I’m building a rhythm that I can’t sustain,
my heart beats faster,
my pulse trying to keep up,
each beat like a drum,
ringing in my ear.

I hear a voice,
don’t know where its coming from,
I feel you near,
the sense of you makes me shiver,
like a chill in the air.

I’m too close to the tree to see the forest,
I’m too far in my own head to see the man,
have I become a slave to my mind?
You can’t talk to same person for the rest of your life,
without some kind of fall out.

Now I can’t walk a straight line,
I’m wondering, I’m wavering, I’m faltering,
and its a struggle to keep my balance;
what to grasp when you’re blind?
what to scream when you’ve lost your voice?