Daybreak makes my day

Daybreak makes my day;
the lowering of the winter evening brings a soft end to the struggle.
Then dreams until they are broken.

Wish

He saw a new star in the dawning sky so made a hurried, heartfelt, wish. It was a light reflected in the bus window. Nobody told him.

Leavers have it easy.

Arrowed doors pull them forward, hearts speeding.

Stayers, the wavers, don’t know when to turn and move away.

In the mid-morning urban silence, a single BANG jerks faces upwards to the sky. The mistimed rocket sparks thoughts of endings and of light.

Autumn lemon sun slices through the heavy gin-fog. Scalloped red leaves spiral down, sparking a sparkle in cool air. Uncertain smiles.

May the colour of your dreams be golden
May their taste be softest honey

I feel the autumn breeze
on my heart.
It slows me.
But your spring
is budding
is beckoning to shine.
The world turns.
Lives turn.
Your turn.

Salt strength
Honey kisses
Sleep in slanting morning sunshine.

Or so I’ve heard.

I don’t get hangovers.

Don’t wipe the condensation away from inside the bus windows. That’s where the fog lives when the sun comes out.

His eyes flickered and opened. Her eyes flickered shut. Her lips curved slightly. He settled his head on the pillow again. Morning sunlight.