In
early morning the time overcomes
me. The hour is so stark.
Perhaps, it's the unusually cold
May weather. It stirs me restless
while you slumber still.
I've raised the thermostat to warm
your dreams. The furnace fires to
breaks my trance.
But none of these things let me
know. And none of these things
let me in. They just are.
When I get older I'll see the morning
come before it is there. I won't
worry anymore about the weather.
There was something that we wanted
to remember. It's probably why I
can't sleep.
There is so much that needs to be
done, but I think that it is supposed
to rain come morning.
