This time of year, my neighborhood starts to wake up early. Later on, in the summer when the city gets hot, it won't go to bed at all. This morning the birds awoke and announced themselves as the darkness was barely beginning to crack apart. Soon, the engines and stereos greeted me as I pondered the changing light and listened for the breath of my wife sleeping next to me. These morning moments are treasures, and they are also fraught with anticipation. I want to savor the sounds and sensations, but I'm acutely aware of what the light brings with it, and the inevitability of routine. Sometimes it's lovely to awaken, and tragic to be awake.
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Always the case
It all comes around
The spring will return to you
You'll notice the sound
I was awake
I heard you stir
The song from the window sang
We knew all the words
Wait for the dawn
Wait for the morning light
Reaching its long fingers across the room
Settling on you as I look upon you
Wait for the dawn
Always like this
The deepest of blue
The flourish of amber tones
The arc we move through
Always like this
We wake and we go
We crack from the seams of us
Until we come home
Wait for the dawn
Wait for the morning light
Reaching its long fingers across the room
Settling on you as I look upon you
Wait for the dawn