In this 
the dark 
morning before 
coffee sun
I sit
and wonder 
and dream 
listening to
the growls
of day
aging dog
rising slowly 
and making 
its way 
to dish
and door 

The heart
it has 
no eyes 
only fingers 
with which 
to touch 
the mind 
it does 
have eyes 
and yet
it’s blind 
to both 

Imagine a place 
that is you 
all day every 
day every moment 
and every hour 
it’s a reflection 
and an expression 
an opportunity and 
possibility of you 
if I could 
I’d bring you 
here and let 
you know me
but I know 
you not yet
but when I 
do then this 
place will surely 
be you too 

As the clock
chimes the hour 
I am reminded 
just how much 
and how little 
of it’s left
on and on
we merrily go 
dodging rain clouds 
looking for sun
and these few 
briefest of moments 
amidst the mountains 
and the wildflowers 
in the wilderness
of cotton sheets 
and downy blankets 
we find familiar 
little things like 
wrinkles eyes and 
oh those lips 

Listen to
thy heart 
and silence 
the mind
hear its 
quiet whisper 
beckoning you 
to go 
for here
belongs to 
the mind
and where 
there is 
so is
the heart