Early Morning
Early morning strike a pose
Come tell me of the year,
The year unto unfolding,
This new grasp of numbers
A Gregorian count in Roman miles,
No stars nor moons befriending.
This calander is ending,
To renew our trivial time,
All keeping watch as seconds
Weeping out of consciousness
Break silent waves in milky pours,
New waves, what are they waving for?
And smiles alike i should have known,
The secret grown inside me,
Grasping false hopes
Alongside red salmon running
Uphill towards pink doors and past,
And as i streamed the dream, i lived i died
I laughed, and learnt
To hope for nothing more
Than something deep to long for
More than the muscles of aching torn
More of sweat sat fat in seat and growing
This world, all seeds are sowing,
And reaping one and all,
As we wave once more in shades
Bo rainbow born to trust
All rust of ore
All glint of giants eye.
And a voice calls out from the blanket 'hush'
What is it your tapping for?
Blank pad in this insane hour
Leave white to think the night
Dream new words, new ways in which to write.
I beg to dream, to call for something more
And no longer to be forgotten.
Left rotten apples of tomorrows fare,
The church the bells ringing
And as i sit and stare a moment more
Into reflections hanging there
I cast all doubt unto myself
My actions indescribable,
My motives inexcusable
I feel I know, what is to come
And yet forget in seconds binding.
The past a world beyond us,
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poem by David Lacey
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