empty morning figure

pardon me if I say so
but the morning lights go
trickling up your face
while you're sleeping

and to me it seems to
bend colors imbue
everything dancing a-
wake and distant

benediction: my morning blues
dereliction: my empty hues
vacant windows spell relief
from proximity too deep

incantation: invoke your name
relocation: you slip away
sacred memories recant
serpentine desires unmet

how can you sleep so quietly
when the colors tranfix your face
angel angelina the angles unfold
so softly?

I believe everything you say
just to feel holy

just to quiet my jilted nerves

excuse me I must say so
don't float along too low
motioning fingers trace
grave elegies

and to you it seems to
defer dreams overdue
trembling thoughts replace
sublimity

I believed everything you said
just to feel holy

just to quiet my fitful nerves