Living a dream

Rising sun on my car window

When I wake up
rubbing my eyes
done with sleep
ready
for the waking world

I will grab in vain
the fading dreaming
lingering in my woken mind
ready to be
uncoiled and uncurled

The routine of living
will occupy time
turning minutes to hours
morning to afternoon
day into night

sucked in the vortex
of doing
I will miss the good part
of being
I may remember my dreams
just might

In the business
of being busy
I will find
or fabricate a purpose
to live fully
this almost real dream

so if I were asked
what I would want to do
when not sleeping
I would fairly
and honestly
love to just dream

I wait at the beach

I sit
by the sea
on a empty
morning beach
pristine
untouched
by other footsteps
yet to reach

The morning breeze
moves the waves
ever so gently
plucking up
a few drops
with every splash
every froth

It touches my face
wipes a tear
before it rises
to fill the blue sky
puckering
the flat sky
with white
fluffy dye

soon it hides
the rising sun
dark enough
to form a silver line
sea lies placid
I watch it
float away
with a piece of mine

there it moves
northbound
turning darker
and wise
watching
the thirst
and heat below
with it’s brooding eyes

As it meets
the mighty mountain
it rumbles
spews the lightening bolt
Full and dark
there is so much
in its heart
it holds

and then
when it pours it all out
with a
final scream
it flows
happily
from the mountains
fresh like a stream

I wait
at the beach
with the morning breeze
and
I feel the rain
at the mountain top
flowing down
the stream