Morning Routines

Sunrise longs for straightforward joys

The dew drops iced upon the grass right in the middle of your toes

And afterward when it snows and gets excessively cold

Your breath is gotten briefly, discreetly suspended in the air

"Present to me your miscreants"

Sundown basically murmurs

"Leave your holy people at home;

They don't trick me any longer"

Day break, it expects better fates

As far as you might be concerned, for my purposes, for every one of the seven of your little, younger siblings

And each of the five of your red hot, flawless siblings

Sunrise yearns for straightforwardness and effortlessness

A short yawn, a stretch, and some solid espresso

Delicate, delicate music plays that neglects the previous blows

A high contrast sketch of satisfaction to come

You fantasize about snoozing till early afternoon rolls around

However, completely alert and caught in a tune you meander

You taste, and albeit unsure you might appear

In your splendid, light blues I see

Assurance gazing right back at me

I tire under those eyes

In the middle of your arms I long to be

Like the firm parts of a solid oak tree

Until the cows come home

Until the finish of my days