The rising of the sun
Washes away echoes
Of dreams that linger
On the edges of my mind
Waiting, a distant tune just humming,
Beats slow against the back
Of my eyes….
I’m floating in darkness: a void,
A dream, a forgotten smile-
There’s nothing left now,
While I awake to the light of day-
To the dawn, to morning-
Where are the song birds?
The heat, still blasting through the house,
Mutes a melody of renewal that I
Remember yet, yet long to hear….
My heart beats, yearning for spring
For suns return from this long night
Quietly, quietly creeping-
My smile greets the sky