Bed Head

Before the clouds grow black

They are gray

Before the sun shines, to bask in the moon

With starry eyes and heavy lids

Dreams of what no longer is 

Throbbing in my shoulder

Locking of my knee

Weakness in my wrist

All the injuries of my youth

I can feel the rain before it comes

I am sad before I sleep

I sleep as heavy as the downpour

Calmly when it’s light

Where I am happy in my imagination—

But what of a rainy week?

Where I live in my head

So many hours spent asleep

Living like the dead

© The Sad Owl

Clarity

The sky that day was grey and somber

With a happiness that turned to sadness

She went away like lightning

And the thunder of my choked up cries, they followed

And though the rain was heavy

The lightning still ignited fire in it’s tempest

She no longer the temptress

And like that it spread, a forest fire

My dreams reignited

Long forgotten in the days

Where the sky was blue

But now that blue lies with you

And in the light of day I hid away, for us

The sky with it’s clouds became a canvas

And on the grey and sullen, dirty peppered

Aged and cracked, face of mine

I opened my eyes to see the world

So that I could retake me

Not the sun or sky of a daydream happiness

But the courage to weather the storm and smile in the rain

Looking up with raindrops rolling down my chin and cheeks

Even in the miles of grey, it’s never been so clear