The sun is just around the curve;
whispering this to you,
Back lit and caressing all that is seen,
with a strong subtlety
of grey purple.
The world is still quiet here
pyjama shuffling slipper feet,
and I smile.
Today is choices and availability
to do and to be purposeful,
just the way
The Grey Purple of the Sky-
the chance at another Day,
tells me to be.
War in a bottle,
went down my throat last night
as I snacked on stars and waited for Dawn.
She approached me with fine colour
we were fine for a minute or two
and I’m sure all I saw was beauty
but I closed my eyes after awhile,
afraid I’d seen too much.
The drops stung when they hit my lungs
and I knew it was a good thing
my denial, avoidance and dishonesty
and when I swallowed
there was one thing more then just Dawn and I.
There was Peace.
Sun creaks into overdrive in another part of the earth
the remenants here slowly falling asleep
drowsing the city with it’s echoed lullabies.
Stepping slow onto a different land
dreams burst vision in our heads
and like sun, our overdrive begins.
Rain, you fall on my noggin and sweeten my strands with your drops of affection.
Your tireless effort dawns all setting suns to mild perfection.
I am your cup of tea while you are my sweet spice of desire.
You are my mid day chill and I am your weathered flame of fire.
I am your canvas for snow,sleet and rain,
as I stand out under you, in howls of laughter,in giggles of pain.
I let you draw on me, your drops tracking down my skin,
your elegance, your slight of hand, your magic touch within.
Call on me under any skies my clouds of wonder,
I will be out there in hail, lightening or rapid bolts of thunder.
Draw on me, I’ll stand, lay or sit
whether or not the weather is fantastic, super, beautiful or shit.
For you are the artist,
and I trust in you.