Waking to ABAB

January 2007

Waking to ABAB

By Jeff Ludlum & Scott Murphy

Sunrise in the valley, red-chested robins bounce here and there,
The echoes of light and the unrelenting will of time.
Unconcerned with it all, me sitting by the window in my chair.
Plucking shadowing blessings from strands of sunshine.

Gentle, soothing hum from the box, faintest stream of steam rising 'bove forest-green mug.
The tug of memory wafting in silence around my head.
Milkbone sugerplums dance in my little pug's head, snoring, fast asleep on his rug.
Dreams for all dreamers true, in waking and sleep deeply wed.

A paw's twitch, anxious and taught, naught for the adventures he spies,
Whilst maiden fair and true, stirs yonder in ye ol' sleigh bed.
To the day brings charm and rue, delivered from starry, starry skies,
"Oh lovely siren, share your mysteries and pleasures with me, woeful creature", me thinks I said.

And thus day begin in whim, with mystery in her breathe we taste,
Filled with butterflies and hope am I, for seed and dreams and joys unbound,
Drawn from slate endless and clena, our yesterdays gently erased
The day's purpose now clear, for what was lost in the dark, cold night has come 'round.