Finally Here

Ah, it is finally here

the light peeking

in through my windows,

but I'm standing outside

with the cool air

breathing on my skin

with a touch

of wind in my hair, 

in the night

I stand

under the bright moon. 

#28dsysofwriting day 25

Start Over

Did it just

start over

the same night

over and over

with the same dreams

the same bed

the same blanket.

I cling to it now

sitting in bed

waiting for the dawn

for I can't have

the same night again. 

#28daysofwriting day 25

Patiently Waiting

I have patiently
waited for the moon
to again rise
peeking into my windows
in the night
as I dream.
I can feel
the days getting shorter
watching the moon
transform each night
into different shapes
feeling it's power
getting stronger
calling me
in the cool night
to stand in the moonlight
as it rises full again.

#28daysofwriting day 24

Feeling the Rain

The rain 

falls

steady, 

slow,

dripping down

my brow

as I stand 

in the middle

palms out

catching puddles

to take in

every drip,

smiling to

every little splash

on my lips

with head held up

I feel the rain.

I Await the Rain

I see the
rising sun peeking
over the horizon
bathing me as I stare
into the light blinking
feeling its warmth,
while holding the light
I await the rain.
I see behind th sun
the dark clouds rolling
waiting for the storm
to finally come,
to bathe me
cleansing the dirt
until my sight
has become blurred,
I await the rain.

#28daysofwriting day 23

Bump, Bump, Bump

Bump...bump....bump
comes the distant sound
against the corners
of my skull,
which I ignore
until it rings
deep into my core
breaking me
waking me
until I can't take
anymore,
it rings
again and again
bump...bump...bump
with time in sand
bump...bump...bump
so far away
but ringing so loud
bump...bump...bump
into worlds apart
I still know it's
your heart.

#28daysofwriting day 22

Weep Not

The body
is laid
down to sleep
in the dirt
where it has decayed,
weep not
for the life no more
weep not
for the hole
it has tore,
for this body
has went to sleep
dying from this world
to rise, to reap
into a new life
that it has bore.

#28daysofwriting day 21