Posted: Nov 26, 2007, 5:18 AM CST
Sky pales into morning
not yet bright enough
to kill the lights
that man has filled the night with,
for that, we need the sun
still waiting for his cue,
no doubt a morning coffee
in his hand
to stoke the fires he'll shine
to make our day.
The weekend winds
have faded to a whisper
barely moving leaves outside,
the whipping curtains
at my door all still,
a drape of fabric framing
growing light as daytime
becomes now
no more tomorrow
as life moves on, relentless
in its passing and we each
give it our flavour of the day
a word of love, a smile,
a little needle in the side
a sudden jump to judgment
or a sigh, a tear of heartbreak
on the brink of happening
again. We make our choices
and we take our chance
and yet each moment
waits, unshaped until we tell it
what to wear, to carry in its pocket
so I choose love,
and love
and love again
despite the pinches
it has given me before
and will restart my day
each time it falters.
Good morning to you all.