This Way

Days fall one after another  after another over and again, artfully broken By the... interludes of darkness... That promise a lullaby  To lull me to sleep. Tucked in tightly against  the edges of  the coming dawn I dance lightly  so lightly... softly... waiting to catch  a breath in the stillness  Endless ripples playing As Sunbeams twirl And peek above  the windowsill Colors glowing... Blending... Like sherbert melting Down the side of a cone Yellow polka dots dance Edges jagged Behind eyelids Too lazy to open Light squeezing... Blinding...  Like a cops spotlight Breaking through the dark Shuffling fabric sheets A tangle of ivory Traps sleeping legs The scent of Downey Fills the air... Sweet.. Like Springtime rain Drip dropping on the grass Rising with the morning sun A silent surrender In the noise  Of the dawn  Alone.... But not lonely... The emptiness is my place Not simply described   It is not sadness or happiness But something snuggled And lost In between them Others have passed this way  day after day... one, then another...  past my place one way... but not the other  #Poems