Thursday, April 7, 2011

Dawn and the heart skipping
The lingering dream
Soft and sincere
Face loosening
And tears
With truth

It is what it is.

Then in the chair looking
through the picture window
Out into the morning fog
The lovely bird jumping in and out
Dissolving in and out of the mist
In and out of the dream
Feathers red as the heart

Skipping as I woke