Tuesday, March 22, 2016

The birds wake because of you

This morning I woke up before dawn
spread its arms around the bed, nudging my head
in the distance, I could hear the clouds
turning into rain, and I could feel a weight
where my heart once was sitting heavy
and drifting into cloudier thoughts-
There will be very light breeze when I go to work
the city is quiet today with the sounds of fury
but along the rings of flaming rain someone
will decide to let life go, for other purposes,
a newer skin perhaps- for that louder noise
will emit fire and stone together, a dance of elements
this is morning in a different city-  the singular mood
will dominate the crowds and the birds will awake, startled.

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