My eyes open to a new dawn
Alive…

The sun has now risen
The dark night is passed
The next five minutes
Of sleep need to last
Try to raise your head
The morning is here
The day that you dread
Is dawning so clear
The weekend is over
You know that it’s true
A new week is starting
At work you are due
So force yourself up
Get out of that bed
Feet dragging so slowly
Grey clouds in your head
Today will be better
Such lies you repeat
As you try once again
A Monday to greet

In reflected light
my eyes adjust slowly
to see a face
peering out
from its silver frame
A face, curious
yet knowing,
the doubt erased
by the waking
of a thought
The eyes alight
slowly tracking
caressing the features
of this stranger
in my space
The question
is not why but who
is that person
looking back,
staring at me
Each breath
echoes softly,
fogging the glass
that keeps us
joined

There are so many things that I thought would be,
I’ve since had to realize I may never see…

A sea of faces,
eyes not seeing
my fears arise
A chorus of voices,
sharing thoughts
that once were mine
A circle of hearts,
open yet closed
to the cries outside
A circular sea in chorus,
so full of joyous life
and all without me

The rotations of the earth cause certain reactions
Particles flying inward, others flung far apart…

A too familiar face on a stranger,
with a voice I know too well
speaking words that make it hard
to separate the facts
The form of memories
brought back once again,
through the casual air
that I remember so well
But this is a stranger,
though familiar he seems,
who reminds me of a friend
that I no longer know

It was … a normal night
You were … in the wrong place
He was … there at the wrong time
 
It is … all different now
You are … just part of society
He is … more than I knew
 
It will be … part of our life
You will be … the monster in our dreams
He will be … my hero forever
 
You had … no right to enter
He had … the presence of mind
We had … peace before
 
You have … transferred your fear
He has … learnt his lesson
We have … a tighter bond
 
You will have … your judgement day
He will have … his victory
We will have … strength together

it’s
funny sometimes
(or maybe sad)
the way that people
perceive
and
have differing views
(though often the same)
on the person you try
to be
you
never do pretend as such
(or at least you think)
you’re trying to be
yourself
but
it’s never enough
(or perhaps too much)
for someone who just
isn’t you

In the darkness, an image…
Hope’s illusion or specter from the past.
Each it’s own space and time.
Stirring emotions new and old…