Early Friday,
Slowing rises
Time evolving
Summer ending.
A day of conquering
My reign
Begins with -
Strong coffee,
Two shots
Extra hot
Needed for,
A child of the Moon.
The Sun her crown.
Silence of the home
Before anyone wakes
Fills every corner.
If sunbeams were a noise -
It would taste of orange.
The first sip
Aah...
Fire on the walls
Sparks the race to acheive
Deep inside
A struggle
Deciding
Breathe -
To live in the moment.
One more day
Sigh.
The plants happy,
As they bathe
The birds sing
A tune -
Of yesterday
As Tomorrow
They will sing of today.
In the present -
Once again,
A small window
Of hope.
I will rise with the sun,
Climb the hills,
Dodge their shadows.
I refuse to fail.
To change the world
In one way.
Golden journal
Fountain pen,
An ally,
A friend.
In time.
The small brings joy,
Preception is all.
A moment -
Just for I.
Early mornings,
The best,
On a Friday.
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