Reflections of Morning

It must be morning where you are

Dew, fresh upon the donuts

Sleep blooming from your eyes

Of periwinkle blue.

It's almost sunrise where you are

Time for misty shower memories

Steamy dreams left over

Scrambled on your plate.

Because it's morning where you are

Your day will start without me

I'll dress dark clouds in silence

Mountains in my cup.

I know dawn's broken where you are

Remember when we fixed it

Over easy eggs and bacon

Savage Garden in my hair.

Merry sunshine where you are

As you rise to shine your new love

I will bake fresh bread of longing

Grinding tears from coffee brown.

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January Grey

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Between Us

It’s November in my heart

Change is imminent

As the last felled oak

Becomes a table

Breaking bread with you

Is perhaps the easiest of hours

Spent wondering

This side of heaven

The chill of the morning

Dank with drizzle and grey

Is no match for the thought

Of breathing without you

Yet the palace guards

Continue to march a rigid gait

Back and forth

Across the door

And the words fall silent

Between us.

©2004

January Grey