Highest point of the construction
Site. On this job, it's the roof over
The nineth floor.
Horizon whispers of the sun.
I thank the skies for not raining
Right now.
I thank the buildings that make
Up the skyline for the work they've
Provided.
I thank the one I stand on this
Very moment, for the food it puts
On my table.
I've been too hungry to take it
For granted. I face north
And thank my home for its shelter,
For each memory that ties itself
Unto it. I thank the city of Oslo.
She has given me much. Taken too.
I turn to where I just might see the
Lights of my girlfriend's apartment
Building. Hoping she's sound
Asleep, enjoying the extra room the
Bed surrenders when I leave after
Spending the night.
Perhaps stretching out across my
Side; hand on the still warm
Impression on my pillow,
Thinking *sleep now, girl. You know
He'll be back tomorrow.*
I tip my hard hat to the fact,
And descend back down the ladder.
The sun is almost up, and no
Building ever built itself.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC
Highest point of the construction
Site. On this job, it's the roof over
The nineth floor.
Horizon whispers of the sun.
I thank the skies for not raining
Right now.
I thank the buildings that make
Up the skyline for the work they've
Provided.
I thank the one I stand on this
Very moment, for the food it puts
On my table.
I've been too hungry to take it
For granted. I face north
And thank my home for its shelter,
For each memory that ties itself
Unto it. I thank the city of Oslo.
She has given me much. Taken too.
I turn to where I just might see the
Lights of my girlfriend's apartment
Building. Hoping she's sound
Asleep, enjoying the extra room the
Bed surrenders when I leave after
Spending the night.
Perhaps stretching out across my
Side; hand on the still warm
Impression on my pillow,
Thinking *sleep now, girl. You know
He'll be back tomorrow.*
I tip my hard hat to the fact,
And descend back down the ladder.
The sun is almost up, and no
Building ever built itself.
