Weekday Mornings 20/100

Dance upon the even tide,
dawn threatens the darkness wide
Kisses hide in grasses tall,
as waves scribe a sandy scrawl

Twilight sprinkles a crystal sky,
as the Man laughs from on high
a voyeur of heavens on mortal soil
watching us learn our capricious foil

Secret smiles dim a rising sun
sands and hands entwined as one
breathless winds refresh the soul
two hearts the fates've woven whole

Apollo races across the light
quiet facade hides with waning night
The world returns with all its sin
roaring with life’s chaotic din.

Won't let it win.

Don't let it in,

Stay.




For when waking and having to leave the dreamland (and dreamers) for the real world.