Hope For A Day

Give me a day to feel sad

Mourning slothfully and weeping softly

Quietly pushing the covers over my head

Snoozing through the day young 

Pushing the sun through the sky

Unevenly laying balanced by weakness

Waking for a breath and falling deeper

Seeping into a dream laid before my dark eyes

Absent from light and immune to my teeth

Neither will know and neither will show

Coming home crying to my ceiling 

Reaching for letters written fondly

Scribbling letters forming into words

Unable to identify my heartache or my headache

Plotting to find peace in my theatrical muse

I come short of feeling

Leaning over into numbing

I am merely sleeping awake

Tapping of piano keys patter on my roof

Each note sending me whirling as if the player knew

Candle lit and dim I will sit perched in the street

Upon the shore of the ocean I hold back

Shivering frost and biter cold cheeks I can not move

Hoping for a day where my sadness has gone away...