Awake at 3

My brain is going its full of life

The world around me is growing twice

If tears have come from cinema

Imagine what provokes from real world trivia 

I wake with broad light

A trains loud horn

Perhaps a sign 

To wait no more

For one more crumble of a dream unmet

Will leave my soul to lay unrest.

Leaps and bounds cost so much

Gold and silver or a copper touch

These burdens rise the fear each day

But trust I must for success awaits.

Is it in a dollars worth 

To measure all my hearts course curse?

For ever feels immortal now 

Ungrateful words reap and plow, 

But this is not my human flaw

Nor never was for I am raw.

This gift given to accept what’s come

Look up in storms where rainbows from

I’ve got a knack to makeshift work 

Turned into passion by weaving words.

There’s no one like me 

Nor I like them

A mystery meets the reflection I am.

A foot in front two steps ahead 

A dance to shake right off my red head

For open hearts are open minds

With this much more will arrive 

Write. Heal. Grow.

october 14, 2020