Monday could be a drudge
a gray, murky day, where
I play catch-up
the gallons of coffee
reminding me I have work piled to the ceiling
with no time to think of your eyes
or how you touched my hand
once-
Monday could be dull-
or
I could look out at this fresh day
the breeze ruffling my blouse
slipping through the weave
caressing my skin
and I could be reminded of this gift-
that I woke
and stepped out
and saw the moment
that the sun kissed the lake
Monday
could be mine
my eyes are brown
yours are blue
that’s good too
this poem needs work
it’s true
I planted seeds
that never grew
I woke up blue
I spilled my coffee
the sky changes
from black to blue
layers of cobalt and cerulean
over flames afar off
my horizon burning off a nightmare
that chased us through the night
running for home
over sooty streets
we were not overcome by the dark
aquamarine dancing with apricot
thoughts of the new day
hopes that the sun will ignite us
for we have become
day sleepers over time
all of our late-80’s hopes
riding on blue and grey clouds
whilst melon and tea rose
slice the sky
Halelujah-!
The moment I wake up
Before I put on my makeup
I say a little pray for you
While combing my hair now
And wondering what dress to wear now
I say a little prayer for you
-Hal David
Last night
(into rough sunrise)
is easier
with your smile
the way your words
weave tapestry-
all the colors of hope
covering what I see
Why do I walk around as if bricks
are still on my shoulders, this
same God that knows the birds
knows me
And I walk on – living
as if I am one stranded
but he still loves –
he loves
There is no one who can remove me
from this eternal love
no man with the strength
to overcome it
So how can my heart stay chained
that same burden slipped off my back
lying here on the ground
to step over –
to walk on
