Alarm bell resounds –
a deep light enters here,
puts honey in my cheeks –
window garden
shirrs a wedge of sun –
a dream falls over the edge,
lands noiselessly
amid my coming thoughts –
scattered traffic fills
pockets of silence –
it is seven a.m.
a deep light enters here,
puts honey in my cheeks –
window garden
shirrs a wedge of sun –
a dream falls over the edge,
lands noiselessly
amid my coming thoughts –
scattered traffic fills
pockets of silence –
it is seven a.m.
John Grey
