I wake up to the morning sky
Foggy
Overcast
Thick
Of memory
Grey and lit with shadows
Overcast dreams
Nightmares
Of wrong and write
I see the light
And tell myself everything is O.K.
Get up
Come on up
Didn’t they tell you
History is written
Remembered
By those who win?
These fading chords
Bleeding ink
Words on paper
Are just tomorrow’s memory
Did you read between the lines?
The love letters in the margins?
“Will you remember me?”
“Not like I used to…”
Come on up
The cards have been dealt
I pour my tea
I sit and write
Here inside
The morning light….
