awake at wee hour of three


awake at wee hour of three

i drink first cup of tea
thirsty ears seek sounds of silence
heart harkens distant drum beats

second cup of tea
revs sluggish veins
heart maintains pace with drum beats

third cup of tea
makes me finally rise from my seat
fully alive in each pore of my being

soft morning light stealthily tip toes
in through floor to ceiling bay windows
windows to my soul glance at melted snow

such is way of life, things
being to non being
always in passing

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