Awakening

from a dream,

of bathing and stepping out of the bath onto a powdered tile floor, is all I can recall and the fuzzy rug on the floor. Have no idea where it was I awoke from, but it reminded me of you. all morning long

 

You probably haven't given me a moment of thought, when few moments of my own are without you.

 

The crow ignites the morning showing two lights of sun's dawn and moons dusk, ripe fruit on the vine lets not waste any time.

 

in these moments without you