MORNING AGAIN

 

My body rises before the sun.  My eyes flutter just as filament in clear light bulbs do. Alone with myself, I fantasize the universe. Just for a moment, my opti-glitter eyes become beacons illuminating my life; all my sorrow, shame, thrills, love, loves and fears exposed. It will be several hours before the sun pitches her amber shards into the heart of this silent morning. I heed the wise man my head. A song of love and choreographed chaos is my mind on this fine day. I am strummed tight like the strings of a Stradivarius.  I am a finely tuned instrument ready to play this song called life.