up early (part I)

chadwick

forces surrounding the we in tonight
this night
us the grateful ones for our present punishment
seems as if apart the gardening falling apart
weeds taking over and damaging your grace

no answers are called or spoken
none are said and listened
tis the younger years never lived fully
but in tears

this
where the owls have no barn beams to roost
no signals from darkness as where to have fulfilled flight coming out

so when sitting in silence outside
the indoor keepers of candleholders and woodheat blast with life
snowflakes are born
she is so lovely
and we do not

it is here
and it is this

the place of tenderness
the neck of femininity
this her deeply resting honey and hummingbird sanctuary
beside the cracked sidewalk lying beside us dazed
and never replaceable nor coming out

and through more looking down
stick scratching at the ground
a few quivering lips and rain
and in every drop falling
this is what we hear
and not that of explanations
other than her warmth in beauty

kindness is she
the echo of angel wings
against where i have broken into daybreak

i still can't believe she is up this early

rollings

nice

chadwick

^ not really

rollings

i think you're right

vogonpoetbythelake

she never got up early...she just never went to sleep