6.20am

As I fall asleep
Within the crush of my dream
The clouds that broke this morning
Gently disappear.

I tiptoe through the shattered thunder
That lies scattered across the floor
Unlike so much that has drifted past
It can worry me no more.

The memories caught in a hurricane
Replaying all my yesterdays
I think of the fortunate few
Who can smile as they view.

As twisted thoughts lie awake and wait for dawn
I wait for a new morning
Wait for the night
Dreaming my yesterdays
Were just a myth or a lie.

Christopher Wellbelove
17 July 1996