"i praise"

my morning dream unmade of memory
odd reverie aubade as yet to pass.
Providence relies on your presence
If I sleep in let it last
Evade the days' old song and dance,
Save Wednesday cross of ash till Easter mass.

I praise the blue moon at Dawn.
Green flash caught on its setting sun.
Said dark star hid in equinox eclipse.
I praise the endless storm of red (that rages) 400 million miles away.

No common tongue qua equilibrium.
Your sigh allowed a grin, my smile get to breathe.
Silence, awesome maw that swallow us, all awkward's far too serious.
what guise in a laugh held back our voiceless weeps soon face set free.

I wish I'd known you when we were small. Found never never land together. When we belong. Where we belong.
Déjà vu in meeting for the first time once again at last.

Crazy, circus, daily death defying tedium.
Still I join it for some reason.
As of late I've lost all of my mirth.
Makes sense to find it in your worn-out, purple shirt.
To unearth, its bound to hurt bate's bonhomie. 

i praise the dawn and mourn its end
and live the day it leaves behind.
(...and leave the day it lives behind.)