Talk to Me, Day

Posted on Feb 22, 2014

Heart strings tethered in the morning bird song
six of them perched on the line
everything rests in the light turning on
the night  away, the sun shines

This air, this air, this cool morning air, this air
joggers running in stride
they start at the start and they don’t know what’s there
a day to the finish line

This coffee is black with a nice perfume
the body is rich with delight
there’s something out there that we can’t assume
it’s coming like days turn to night

So talk to me, day, of the secrets of future
the people, the love that’s inside
let em be kind and generous suitors to you
let em be fully alive

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