Morning Comes Regardless
A Poem: we are more ourselves at night
We fall, we trip back up, we rise
The morning comes regardless
Last time I dreamed it was
The way he said my name
When I was being mean again
I had to ask him to say it darker
And we have become 5 AM people
But morning comes regardless
If a tree fell in the empty street
Taking down a stop sign and 3 traffic cones
Nobody would know until morning
That’s enough time for it to pick itself up
And go home, embarrassed at being unseen
But if I was on my way to your flat
And the streets were empty
And I tripped crossing at a red light
Nobody would know
So I tell you when I get there
And morning comes regardless
Spin subtle when nobody is looking
Implicating the faces I wear in the daylight
Morning came, but we pretend anyways
Glimpses of the people we are after dark
And things we can’t do tomorrow
Spin out of control when there are no cars
The dog races end and all bets lost
Breathing comes easier, out loud
Will you let me live under brittle stars
To never chain a daisy again?
No sacrifice — the sun must have its flowers
The night must shed its omens
So morning comes regardless
So subtle, the bones under the firm sky
Shattered into fragments, so dim
They hide in vapor and never see the horrid day
They fall, trip up into each other’s arms
And sleep forever after yesterday