Sunday, February 14, 2010

Breakfast in Bed

Pull the covers over my head,
don't want to face this day.
I can smell the pancakes and
coffee downstairs
but the only sound I hear
is the melancholy tune
of my heart strings playing
please don't go.
Winter's cruel game sets
time on a crazy,
high-speed wheel only to
crawl when things get real.
Damn that clock.
Sip the sparkling slowly
and remember that I'm
here waiting for a wake
up call from this
lonely dream, singing
please don't go.


Unknown said...

The time will come when the clock will be your friend and the lonely dream will end. Yes, I am quite sure of it. Winter's cruel game will surrender to the freshness of spring, and then the sweet sizzle of the warm summer sun. Beyond that lies a sea of hope and a future spiced with the vintner's finest wines and all the wonders that love can bring.

Karen said...


Anonymous said...

hummmm...something tells me there is more to this story.

W.M. Turner said...

@Anon: I take the 5th.