As birds sing

Cleansing rain falls down to wash away the cobwebs

Another moment delayed until today

The sky is light and dark and alternating

as are my eyes.

Another antique glass smashed again

to let the rain in

another bubble broken to expose the skin.

The walls are screaming if they could

or is it just a yawn?

As birds sing to bring upon the dawn.

I wake

to try to start to live

where I left off

that year I fell asleep

But the room's half-dark

already

and its curtains always drawn

one-day I will open them

as birds sing, to bring upon the dawn.

13-5-2003