Wake up call

Early morning, crust just washed
Away, a bright start to a new day, the
Wet reminder of dog sick-soaked sock,
In the wash now, kitchen floor wet with
Night-time’s urgency, still it’s early, barely
Dawn, born of sleep, the groggy self still
Cracking open rough eyes, brain slow,
Molasses in July, still bright and shiny,
Kicking into high gear, then you, just awake,
Brighter eyed for years younger, smiling,
A hug and smile, warmth and love doled
Out, shuffling off to your own morning
Routine, then back to the semi-darkened room,
Slumbering beauty waiting for more cuddles
Kisses, all trailing me to the car, to work,
Happy voices, promises made, no more
Flashing anger to foggy dream, another
Warm hug and light kiss, dreaming my
Way to work, through morning traffic,
Parking with a smile, and only one wish
In my heart, that the happiness continues,
And that all should be as happy, continually,
I laugh while logging in, so much joy to be had,
Just another wonderful morning, life
Filled with love, warmth, and laughter,
It just doesn’t get better than this, does
It?

day gone

Another day slips below the
Horizon, kissing the night sky
Until all that is left is bruised
Black, the colour of sleep, yet
Still I keep, still, to me a dream
Of yet another moment stolen, dream
Taken, seized, from the jaws of defeat,
Still I wait, for that moment of true silence,
Ears ringing in the end of all sound,
Soon to be silent world, mockingly
Exhausted, yet still not tired, driven,
Yet not driven away, still, yet not still
The same, still different, the same difference,
Circles meeting in concentric constants,
The spiral dish of daily life, spinning ever
More, back to the centre, sinkhole where
My self lives and breathes, constantly run
Yet not run at all, independent, still standing,
Each deeply ragged, aching eyes, wondering,
Still not the same. Why so tired, when
Everything is within grasp. Why so tired
When all that life requires is one day to
The next. Still tired, and as tired,
Still.