SITTING ALONE IN THE DARK

SITTING ALONE IN THE DARK

Copyright 2012

All rights reserved by Gordon Kuhn, Poet in the Rain.

Gordon Kuhn April 2, 2012 0459

 

Morning slips in on me,

As I sit here in the dark.

The dogs are sleeping.

My wife lies dreaming.

And I’m alone here in the dark.

Just a crazy old me!

Sitting alone in the dark.

Wondering about wonders,

Some I’ve seen.

Some I never will.

But I still feel the thrill

Of the wind and rain upon my face

And cold wet running down my neck

Along with a thousand memories swarming

As the light breaks to the east.

Another day!

It’s all fine by me.

The night and the day passing

By me as they circle the world,

Running to catch the other

In a game of keep up,

While somewhere a piano plays

Softly, slowly, keys lightly, lovingly pressed.

And the light breaks to the east.

The dogs shift and curl up tighter in their sleep.

My wife shifts and smiles in her dreams.

And I’m sitting here alone in the dark.

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