Morning…

It rained all night
I woke up on the edge of summer
confused and a little bit low
Morning came in the way it always does
I could barely keep my eyes open
I heard the sound of rain

In the grey morning light
there are no shadows, nothing shimmers
there’s no place to go
Morning came in the way it always does
with intentions left unspoken
and the sound of rain

I’m afraid there’s no such thing as flight
time crawls so it doesn’t take a tumbler
into depths it’s afraid to know
Morning came in the way it always does
uncertain, but still hoping
for redemption in the sound of rain

(18 June 2016)