With But Words

With But Words Lungs of time Forever purging yesterdays fever and chills clueless of ether's match for now today's fresh intake of memories waiting no longer a calm awakening our ears await the sound By chance While morning may coughing bring sending dream's breath asunder caring not for the sparrow's retreat from sill or the disturbed peace of last nights pages at rest We stir How vacuous early hours may seem as thought takes leave of dreaming's insistent clatter begging caffeine's amorous embrace even as inhaling ingests wakeful elements aroused Soon The pen is lifted greeting Mind's quiet place that realm where magic releases wonder asking for voices yet explored Patiently Our unspoken words our unwritten thoughts awaiting vision's full awakening take flight with the uptake some call the Ah Hah moment of gratitude We lean forward The pen lifted timely resonance delivers today's sustenance tomorrow's next pages perhaps future's chance to ruminate