3.4.11

We Are the Sleepyheads

It's been what seems like weeks or months or some
Vast expanse of time since I have last posted.
But really, it's just been some of the most splendid
And lengthy days I've had.

I've spent numerous lovely hours
With a plethora of lovely people.
We've taken photos, and danced.
We've stayed up into the morning,
Wandered the halls of an art museum.
Played games and quested for
The mythical hot dog.

I've done so many lovely things.
It's been a most beautiful week.

Although I haven't written much,
It was a nice little laid back break.
I need to work more extensively in meter.
(Iambic pentameter is now an inside joke)
So now must begin a rigorous writing course
For a little while, at least.
I feel it's necessary.

Have one of the few written over the break:

Birth.

Slowly I remember

Waking up in the strong arms

Of a new dawn,

He has caught me up

In sleep, and held me close.

-

Slowly my eyes

See what is,

For the first time

In this life.

Here in a square apartment,

With glass windows into

The heart

Of this city.

-

Lying awake in the ecstasy

Of the newly birthed day,

Alive as though living

Were the only thing

In this world,

This life

To hold tightly

And fight for.

-

Slowly I recall the misted

Days before,

Weeks wasted in dim halls

Of the mind, where lights flicker

In such silence.

But this,

This was before I met the dawn

With stone cold

And sober eyes.

-

As he wrapped me up in rose-colored

Finery, diaphanous clouds

As our blankets.

Early he stretches and yawns

Across this sprawl,

And I see

Waking,

As never before.

-

Through clean eyes

I soak in what has always been here,

But hidden.

Slowly I breathe in what's never quite

Been in the air before.

-

Morning clutches me in tight embrace,

And I see in the livid blue seas

Of his eyes, what's always been,

But what I've been too blind to

Notice, in the tenderly

Still mornings

Of all sound and all clarity.

-

Slowly, I remember what it is

To be alive,

Drenched in the cool birth

Of new light.

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