Morning Comes On

morning comes on

through the fog I check my legs they both seem to move right

anew it begins 

commerce and hammers 

hungover lovers caught in the headlights

it’s so good to be here

with a river of love inside me

so many are gone

and the morning comes on

used to be beside me

sometimes I think it might be lying in the next room over

listen to its breathing

in its dreams we’re rolling hot in the clover

it’s so good to be here…

there’s leon and lily

a laundry line staring at a laundry basket

love can grow wild

when you have coffee and the question 

and the courage to ask it

it’s so good to be here…

see that young girl 

you wouldn’t know it to look but her heart has been broken

there’s a young man

you might not think so but his cup is often out of hopin’

it’s so good to be here…

sun’s hard on your tears

they don’t burn off when they gather in the small hours of the morning

I won’t tell you about mine but I’ll xxxx for the right to know when I'm lonely

it’s so good to be here…

stains in the memory

friends I don’t know which road in the wood has been taken

so long since I've seen you

I can only pray for us all when I've awakened

it’s so good to be here…

no slamming of doors

no racing around yelling ‘honey, where are my clean shirts’

state of high flies its blue

song sparrows come in close when I sit quiet

it’s so good to be here…