Days

These days you give me

A sown heart on robin's breast 

Weaving song through blinking light

Bridging a crevasse while I lie still

Dear sun, the clock face, winching, winding

Up onto fluffed pillow horizon

Me stirring from a moonbeam daze

Scarred, guilty as charged 

Yesterday you returned

Left fingerprints for me to find

Your forgiving breath, a mist forming 

On window panes, spelling my name 

Tomorrow I will be waiting, sleepless 

Joining dots between your stars

Hunting like a hungry hound

To seize this very day.