Sunrise

I stood there, arms out, bathing in radiation,

the three of us there - a scene, an act, a play

Do you recall that song?

It plays in my silence, my ear.

Its a unique melody, but aren't they all?

My solitude, my solace, eye fear.

I took you at your words,

another tart string of syllables;

it was moldy, but still

I bit into it, when I was able

Now, I can't trust the emotions,

they play games with my mind

and stay too long without permission.

So, take me as I was, was I,

if you can remember.

I've been holding back all this time;

trick or entreat.

Cheek pressed to a cold damp pane

toward slowly shifting landscapes

Overcast, new moon on

the horizon awaits

Memories of mistakes drift in, knocking softly as

I ponder discarded options,

hoping the second half will rally

making up for misspent years and

bungled efforts.

Wishing, planning, dreaming,

weeping

I don't want the strength an ox or a mountain.

I tire of being as humble as a lamb, or Jesus.

Let me exist as I am, unfiltered, unlike our world,

including my own image.

Before long, we are all gone, forgotten, and replaced.

But, the sun will appear

while nightlights scamper away,

those same birds will sing annoyingly.

As the last dew dries

mellifluous nocturnes will play out

and light will have its say

while breathing lifts my veil,

keeping rhythm with the tides