avoiding the early morning alarm call
we cram ourselves into each other’s warmth
beneath the blankets and unspoken words
hovering birdlike in thought in dewy air
so, shall I sing this morning in
or wait another while?
shall I steal your dreaming
or make you smile?
but I know not what leaps through your head
what early morning hopes and fears tease you
my own are whispered hints in search of life
words that will be lost far quicker than they come
so, shall I fly this feathered nest
or further line it with my guile?
shall I remain within your rest
or flee upon the raven’s mile?
if I had a way to record each word and song
every raindrop, blood drop, tear drop fall
would I compare them or leave them hanging
this one enduring moment won’t last forever
so, shall I sow
or will I steal?
shall I go
or shall I heal?
what shall I do?
oh what shall I do?