First light is coming up
in about an hour from now
the jealous sun will shine and win.
The defeated moon can go and rest
gather the strength to try again
come tonight when the sky is full
trying to mark up all the promises.
I swear when I swore a week ago
our excited faces were enough
to drown away the hurt
even now I’d turn and look up,
if it meant you’d hold hands with me.
Soon the world won’t need an excuse
to wake and start their busy tasks,
the brilliant sky will return
holding a bag full of promises to hand out.
It’s hard to turn over and ignore
the light outside your window,
just as 1/2 of the world wakes
the other half retires to a literary world
reading and listening to bedtime books.
Yesterday, there was a blood draw,
with no obvious answers, this morning
the room is spread out
in even quiet solitude.
Prayers were promised
when the sun rises
in an hour or so from now.
Fall back asleep with me,
we can ignore the sun by using
blackout shades to convince ourselves
the morning birds have lost track of time.
Lay in bed against a shadow marker
let the things in your head rest.