In the awkward moment between birth and death,
we are born again each morning,
dispensation of a moments breath
stalled amongst our calling.


We woke within a broken dream,
roused to break the falling,
the glisten of the sunlights beam,
broke through, exposed the fallen.


I spoke to you within my sleep,
you stirred around the cauldron,
in ways the day was ours to seize,
but couldn’t wake the mourning.