Dazed AM

Baked at 6:42AM 

Laying in this bed preparing for my night’s sleep 

Can’t decide if it’s a bit early or a bit late to me

The birds are squawking and chirping away

Violently communicating outside of my window pane 

To the street of Pacific

And then suddenly they stop

Only the special few continue but sparsely

Dim red lights illuminate the bed, 

the softness of the pillow and comforter emanate

Warmth radiating off this person in the bed with me

Their consistent quiet breath and movement keep me meditative

The bird songs transport me to some place unimaginable 

unless you are me

6:45AM

 The air is a bit stiller

and my eyes a bit droopier

Similar to Stone

At least the grass is green

At least I can see what you see or what I can bare

Sun kissed skin and wet hair

Flowers paving the way like the yellow brick road

It is so wide and bright you simply cannot stray away

The clouds up above us, white like the balls of your eyes, and fluffy like my heart

Little pieces of me and you exist in Earth’s ground

Makes me feel like I should try to be around

Stick up, interact with the art

My words weave images inside your mind, you make it easy to be mine

The air surrounding you smells fresh and familiar

Similar to the way dirt smells when it rains all night and the sun is blazing hot the next morning

To the way the stars align themselves in the sky every night , like a play that must go on