It’s the morning and my feet are cold.
The scent of rain is getting old.
The window’s open. The drapes are shut.
The cool breeze blows my covers up.
My skin gets cold as goosebumps rise.
The dreams have faded from my eyes.
I don’t care if the phone is ringing.
The birds outside have started singing.
It ticks away from day to day
and tocks upon the minute.
The seconds aim to fly away
from the space that lies within it.
At 5 to 10 and 10 to 5
the hours start to falter,
but Space remains to keep our Time
high upon its altar.
From time to time, I stumble on
these words of mine. They come out wrong.
But I will never fail to do
the things that I have promised to.
I love you and want you to know
that I could never let you go.
I used to write all of the time,
but lately i’ve been lax.
So now again I am trying
to get that spirit back.