The morning light strikes
My closed eyes squeezing tight
I roll across the bed
And rest a hand on a
Cold and empty place
Feeling nothing
Alone

The smell of coffee brewing
Its rich scent
Like nuts harvested in autumn
Roasting on the top of an old
Black iron stove
Taking the chill
From the morning air
The inky dark liquid slowly
Filling the glass pot
And the smell…
The smell…
Reminds me again…

The cold tile floor
Tells my feet to step quickly
To the task of this day
Coaxed on by desire
And this hot cup cradled
Between my hands
Alone

The day will come and go
With the sun’s high arc
Across the pale blue sky
The clouds sweep by
Over my head as
Billowing majestic towers
In the sky
Molding the light through
Shadows and hope
The hope…
Reminds me again…

I watch the day wane
Into twilight
The orangey clouds
Shed their faux glow
And I grow gray
With the evening clouds
Alone

A rumble above
Flashing lights traveling
Through the pinwheel of light
Presenting in the clear night sky
A single cloud above me
Full of puffy white edges
That give way to the gray shadow
It has become
And the flashing lights disappear into it
A childhood fantasy and a wish
The wish…
Reminds me again…

I step back inside
To a place so unfamiliar
Here is what I need
But missing so much
I wander a stray line
Feeling that cold tile floor
Alone

Rocks of water
Clank on thick glass
The clear liquid poured on
Illuminates the crystalline
And silver stones
Carving their new form
With its edgeless knives
A weapon I take in
More willingly then when the
Rocks themselves give up
Their form
And the warmth fills me
The warmth…
Reminds me again…

The song plays in my head
Inviting me to
Rest my eyes
Before the morning sun
Showers them with
The awakening of a new dawn
Alone

The glasses empty
One by one
And the song remains the same
The rising voices fill
My mind wandering
To a time the song
Haunted my dreams
With a fear and pain
A tear rolls solemnly
Smiling to hear the song
The song…
Reminds me again…

A noise
But there is nothing
A smell
But there is nothing
A taste and a feeling
But there is nothing

But alone

And all this to remind me again…