And blue 
from black 
slowly creeps
like one 
eye opening 
seeing smile 
and soon
the other 
to soothe 
dry lips 
with kiss 
much like 
the sky
will do 
to night 

It’s funny this 
peace I’ve found 
for it’s nothing 
no wonder why 
I’d never found 
for I’ve always 
been on the 
lookout for something 
and this well
this isn’t that 

Sometimes early 
sometimes late 
but it’s 
always sometimes 
lights on
heat up 
water run
then gurgle 
of teapot 
three spoons 
of one
three spoons 
of another 
some water 
and stir 
more water 
more stir 
such is 
this stuff 
that I 
call morning 

It’s the lights
of night that 
tickle and tease
little dots dancing 
amidst the heat 
rising from homes
all so far 
away making me
wonder just what 
they glow upon 
gleefully in darkness 
little cold souls 

It was once 
just a whisper 
damp and dewey 
plump with humidity 
that beckoned me 
begging for attention 
a moment maybe 
longer followed by 
a kissed kinda 
promise that lingered
like a fragrance 
turned into dream
then to dust
so they go
these heart sights 
that last longer 
than the moment 
themselves ever did