THAT YOU WERE SMILING

When I stepped out into the fresh midnight air

I was feeling pretty good and I knew I would

Begin to see me

And the moon shone white like a flashlight beam

And I started to dream, I swear I heard you scream

Then I could see you

 

Sat down on the cool wet lawn

To try to let this run

Thought there until the moon crashed into dawn

And watched the rising sun

My only hope was that you were smiling

 

Then the morning rooster begged for the waking light

As he yelled his crow, to let everyone know

He was yawning

And the dew that wet the lawn all that night

Which cooled the air, there was fog everywhere

We were dawning

 

Witnessed the morning doves flying in my head

I also saw the chickadees come scavenging for pieces of bread

They never even saw our shadows shiver

 

And then in from the east, flew a raven

He was a screaming showman, tricked us to believe the omen

Was our distant echo

When I stepped back into my reality there

I was feeling very good, I could tell that my path would

Begin to let go

 

Sat down on the dry green lawn

To try to let this run

Thought there until the sun crashed away the dawn

And watched the raven sun

My only hope was that you were smiling

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE MORNING

Perhaps in the morning I should wake to you

For in the morning, life becomes brand new

And yesterday’s a dream with a different hue

For in the morning, the day belongs to you

 

You could draw the curtains and let her shine in

Open the window and let the world come in too

Hear the birds speak their wisdom with their singing

Feel the freshness of the sweet morning dew

 

The morning is our valley

Stuck between two worlds in one

Watch the sun come crying

Light the beauty as we come

Touch you, in the morning pleasure swiftly

Once we start our vision, nothing else will fair

 

I found that we stare, in our eyes

Let the morning clear away our lies

If we have a care, deep in our cries

The morning light will replenish our vibes

 

Breathe the morning

Breathe the morning

Breathe the morning or else we’ll die

Leave the morning

Leave the morning

Leave the morning so the days go by

 

PAGED COLOSSAL

Paged colossal

Formal and awful

You’re beckoning my pulse

My window slips an outside sight

Drawn by dawn’s jacinth light

 

Hunh winced blush

Your perfect pout touch

My blur resonates drive

I thrust into your alive

Meshing loves twirl embers white

 

Pulsed entrée

Our frozen slipstream

Lips quiver opt

Your guard sullen dropped

Until the whiplashed stopped

Barred like menagerie

 

Nutation summoning

Hearth supple touch

Glinted shadows clutch

Into lovers coming

Embroidered with such

Loving

 

Presaged or bode

Her sex her ode

Sets awe into the world

A polished dawn orange curl

Whose spirals reap cold

Bent in sweat allure