6am
A heavy lace follows round my heart,
I cough,
Startle me like the morning and I will reply in the haste of a lamb,
Memories trickling down my mind like candle wax,
All for what?
I wonder,
Follow the lines...
Be good and be kind,
I stretch to over come them,
The pianist playing my chords is at ends,
He wipes his brow,
Been there days,
Holding out for a miracle,
For holy sound,
As do I,
Grinning in the soft heat,
I dance upon the corals,
Waiting to find
Me.







