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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