SunRise

This morning's sunRise,
Entered in a softer repose,
Delicate, as if Sol Invictus himself,
Knew that I couldn't handle the brutality of light.
My nightime year, was long and cold,
Twas unclear and remiss,
In it's handling of me.
There was no amount of reasoning,
That could proVide shelter.

Hindsight is an interesting,
And precarious,
And terrible thing,
We always have to wonder,
Why didn't I see that before,
How could those things,
Have been ignored?

Transitions go too into the smooth,
When did I trade my dreams for plans,
When did I sell my whimsy for comfort,
When did I walk down from my altar of me,
When did I pack up all my ideals,
Just to shaRe my spaces,
When did all the smiles,
Wipe down, rinse away from our faces?

The nights can be so harsh,
Bleak.
Dark.
Untrusting.
Foolish.
Hapless.
Distant.
Thick.

This morning's sunRise,
Entered in a softer repose,
My dear friend (Jordan),
Listened to all my caGed madness,
My rambles on the shambles,
Of my cardstacks,
The delicacy of my rooms,
And the trusses,
Positioning me.

So, I took the gentle,
And, pit it against,
The night's frenZy,
And the morning, with this softness,
Doesn't win,
But, I am willing to give up the fight.

So, I looked out on my fair citySpace,
This lovely brisk morn,
Still somewhere between,
Whole and torn,
With ruminations of the laughter times,
I've eXperienced recently,
The fact that my life has been really,
Really beautiful,
As of late,
I tucked swords back into sheaths,
And, smiled to the skies,
And, remembered to just breathe,
All of it in and out.

Battles have to be chosen,
And sought,
In a particular way,
There is always a greater good,
A larger picture,
That we cannot focus into,
That we cannot draw, paint, sketch,
Design.
It is just there, slightly outside our own reasons,
Lingering in some different season.
And, that's okay.

We just have to keep breathing,
Still our hearts,
Smooth them out,
Close our eYes,
And, wait for the next,
sunRise...