Touching the dream

29 Oct

Wake up! (Photo by John Scully)

Eyes open to a day that’s still under a veil
The heavy head is certain only of fog
The body aches for more rest
The dawn and the birds will hear none of it
Under the covers dreams can only be seen
They will be touched only with feet on the ground

The bedpost stabs the toe as a wake up call
Water rinses off the night
A blind man buttons a shirt
The radio is still in a bad mood
He only wants to talk about arguments and death
This breakfast will never be remembered

She flies off the ledge as fingers touch the keyboard
Almost knocking me over with excitement
Waving in trees, roads and people
All of them dressed up for a journey
They move in and out and make friends and foe
The day grows into a thumping new world


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