04-01-2016, 07:08 PM
French Toast and Coffee
I wake in darkness while the world's in bed
unable to resist the lure of space
to shuffle thoughts and sort them into place,
to catch the comets streaking through my head.
I forfeit sleep for waking still, instead
recharging, prepping for my steeplechase
by letting rhymes and meter run their race
before this cherished quietude has fled.
But now the dawn pokes holes in night's reprieve,
soon others will usurp my time like thieves.
Our interlocking threads have formed a whole:
each one imprisoned in a tight wrought weave,
encased in patterns each could not conceive.
Its warmth atones for all the hours it stole.
I wake in darkness while the world's in bed
unable to resist the lure of space
to shuffle thoughts and sort them into place,
to catch the comets streaking through my head.
I forfeit sleep for waking still, instead
recharging, prepping for my steeplechase
by letting rhymes and meter run their race
before this cherished quietude has fled.
But now the dawn pokes holes in night's reprieve,
soon others will usurp my time like thieves.
Our interlocking threads have formed a whole:
each one imprisoned in a tight wrought weave,
encased in patterns each could not conceive.
Its warmth atones for all the hours it stole.
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