Early rising 2

Early rising 2

I rise in the early hours
         it’s dark and cold
I make a coffee
         and sit at my desk
and wait for ideas
         for a little poetry
to take the sting
         out of existence

Through the window
         I see a hawk
hovering in the distance
in ever wider arcs
         out no doubt
for an early morning kill

         and I turn back
to the comforts
         of my mind

I remember your kisses
         and I miss them
just as I miss the warmth
         of your breath on my face
when I wake by your side
         when you wake by my side
but you’re not there
         at the moment
and the day is dark and cold
          and fresh ideas
are in short supply

John Lyons

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