Jim Wilson
02-12-2014, 10:37 AM
I keep thinking of things that I should do
After work is done and the day is through,
But my mind works better in the morning.
My mind seems to shut down with the sunset.
I used to stay up all night with the owls.
Now I greet the dawn along with the larks.
The stark winterscape, the absence of larks,
Thinking about debt and bills that are due,
From the oak outside, the hoot of an owl,
Which lasted for hours, is finally through,
Like the darkness at the edge of sunset
When the world pauses, a kind of mourning.
The stars turn pale, a warning of morning.
In summer the dawn is welcomed by larks,
A new day forgets yesterday's sunset.
I check my phone for the things I should do,
I'll stop for some gas as I'm passing through --
Overhead, in flight to a barn, an owl.
Athena is often seen with an owl,
Because dream wisdom flees in the morning
Unless with the dawn we have a breakthrough;
A new insight or song like the light-greeting lark,
Dispeller of dark, welcomer of dew
Whose hours are few, long gone by sunset.
Watching Dad build a campfire, his son's set
On growing up fast. The sound of an owl
Sounds like music. There is nothing to do
On a bridge of dreams until the morning
When they wake up to the sound of a lark
As the stark rays of the sun cut the fog through.
I had a thought -- it was a through and through,
It disappeared like the light of sunset.
There was a mountain -- it's gone like a lark
That is replaced during night by the owl
Who in turn is gone at dawn, at morning
When starlight can still be seen in the dew.
Life has obligations, things we must do,
Starting with morning on through to sunset,
From the song of the lark to the call of the owl.
After work is done and the day is through,
But my mind works better in the morning.
My mind seems to shut down with the sunset.
I used to stay up all night with the owls.
Now I greet the dawn along with the larks.
The stark winterscape, the absence of larks,
Thinking about debt and bills that are due,
From the oak outside, the hoot of an owl,
Which lasted for hours, is finally through,
Like the darkness at the edge of sunset
When the world pauses, a kind of mourning.
The stars turn pale, a warning of morning.
In summer the dawn is welcomed by larks,
A new day forgets yesterday's sunset.
I check my phone for the things I should do,
I'll stop for some gas as I'm passing through --
Overhead, in flight to a barn, an owl.
Athena is often seen with an owl,
Because dream wisdom flees in the morning
Unless with the dawn we have a breakthrough;
A new insight or song like the light-greeting lark,
Dispeller of dark, welcomer of dew
Whose hours are few, long gone by sunset.
Watching Dad build a campfire, his son's set
On growing up fast. The sound of an owl
Sounds like music. There is nothing to do
On a bridge of dreams until the morning
When they wake up to the sound of a lark
As the stark rays of the sun cut the fog through.
I had a thought -- it was a through and through,
It disappeared like the light of sunset.
There was a mountain -- it's gone like a lark
That is replaced during night by the owl
Who in turn is gone at dawn, at morning
When starlight can still be seen in the dew.
Life has obligations, things we must do,
Starting with morning on through to sunset,
From the song of the lark to the call of the owl.