Good morning 2 am
Again, its you and me
Whisper to me gently
While I grab my coffee.
Come sit beside me
on the sofa there
You’ve got my full attention
Tell me please, what did you hear.
What did the winds tell you
As the clouds rolled by
Blocking out the moon
In the early morning sky.
The night trains whistled
And the railroad tracks groaned
The river raged downstream
Along the streets of your home.
Telling the breeze
That gently blew
“Go find her,
She needs you”
Tell her the shadows
That dance through the day
Weep at sunset
From what they need to say.
The sun will not listen
It just burns in the sky
Full of self importance
Though it’s weaker than the night.
The Daylight holds secrets
It doesn’t want known
That drift apart like dust
But eventually are shown.
For the midnight hour
When embers glow
You can see them clearly
The night ensures you know.
The wind gathers speed
From all its been told
The weight is immense
It’s too much to hold.
Rushing to find her
It must arrive before dawn
To unburden itself
Before moving on.
It blows through the window
Surrounding me and 2 am
In a tornado of voices
I absorb and understand.
My God, it is heavy
Is this mine, to also bear
All alone in the darkness
Pen and paper there.
Feverishly writing
The wind speaks so low
Rapidly disclosing all
Before it must go.
As the sun starts to rise
And the breeze fades away
She knows daylight will blind you
From what the night has to say.
She’ll set down her cup,
Lay aside paper and pen,
Whispers of her gratitude
Float away with the wind
RaenellDawn
02/09/17 @ 3:34 am
