I cried myself to awake today
I could hear it as I broke my way
through morning’s surface
from deep below
mourning’s termless grief
I took it slow
as I’ve learned to do
sat up gradually
swivelled around
on the edge
of the bed
placed feet on ground
grew accustomed
to the familiar sounds
of a brand new day
an Eastern Koel's song
heralded the sun's first ray
as I blinked away
the last dregs of that dream
I seem to remember
someone wrote on a card
“take comfort in memories”
so tomorrow morning I will not weep
and instead I’ll smile myself to sleep
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