i woke
with great inspiration
to write a poem

the coffee is ready
the puppy has been petted
the sun has begun to rise

the sun has begun
to rise

all other thoughts
vanished
as the light
snuffed for days
peeked up
over the city

now i sit
embraced
by the warmth

some poems
are to be lived
not written

i think this one
composed
in free range joy
softly spoken
to the sun
was my best

it is a shame
i don’t remember
the words
just the feeling
as it poured across
my heavy tongue
to soar over
my lonesome lips

if you go outside
stand
basking in her love
maybe
the vibrations of the words
will carry through you
a hum
a hymn
a heavy sigh
that tells
the tale of my love
for her
as she sleeps
by the shore

i woke
with great inspiration
and poured my heart out
to the sun