Dawn is breaking
and i sit here
on my red chair
the skies are so gray
the trees are so short
the sea is so far
and the light is so black
Dawn is among us
and he is roaming
in my little room he roams
he jumps here and there
and watches me as i
try to beat time
in this card game of his
time and dawn
are now both with me
looking at me
as i sit here
on my red chair
watching the mirror
and in it i see
my soul leaving my body
and red juice over my blankets
its morning
written on 13 – 9 – 09 5:03 am
