To Wake (5/9/18). -M.Weisgerber

To wake before the dawn breaks,
to see trouble brewing hard - to see time a looming large
like the dogs bark - harsh and raspy, as my nose
pushes up against the thick glass.  Hard.
as the time lasts, smears there
with no tear strike to warm upon a humbled cheek.

I'm weak.

It is in these many hours I write to you, oh sweet
Jezebel, finding fast how long a heart holds
how fast the day's snow, turns to gold
sand slipping fast between our hands,
then faster still past our toes, out with tide coming
To claim me, faster - faster still!

Always, forever flowing outward.

Its in these beautiful moments,
When the day begins, before the dawn breaks.

I lie quiet; hollow still.