Whenever I Wake. I awake to the sun and warmth of the day. It is May now and summer smiles at me from the horizon. People fly by thoughts and cares crossing through the air some lingering smiles, some distant stares. Sea meet shingle, earth meet air. On the rise I find a pew and agree with the hill, its a magnificent view. My feet find their way to my bed and I follow. The midday sun counts time as I wallow, then wakes me thereafter it's words kind and cool. There is breath on my back a hand on my hip. I love you she sighs. My fingers touch only memory. Eyes tear above stone chin. I know when I turn she's not there. So I wait for the summer. The third to come and carry me on. Won't it wait awhile and let me stay longer. Theres no comfort in the time it carries me from her.
