It's 6 A.M.

A early autumn morning and it is time to put a brush
Through that rough beard of mine
Slowly getting grey
Pepper and salt like human tree rings on my face

The oil makes it smell nice

Maybe I am
not man enough...
It is all I was thinking about while shaking my head
Day dreaming... Morning dreaming... Whatever...

Or is it more like day walking
Sometimes...
Because sometimes it feels like my strong body
is more dead than alive

Nothing but day dreaming...
About that mesmerizing painting
A masterpiece
You are truly worth more than a thousand stars...

My brush at the right side of the sink
Next to my razor
So it is easy to remember when my mind wanders off
To new places

I found a place you know...
With long winding stairs
And when I get to the top
there is a garden and I will find you there

A garden
high in the clouds
a different unapologetic romantic reality
where our feet don't touch the grass when we dance

Your smile makes my longing heart feel nice

A gentle breeze has turned up...
For me a signal
that the day is about to start and it is time for me to go
I will come back though

When my feet take the last steps down that winding stairs
I raise my face to the mirror
Still wet from the water and maybe a tear
I won't tell
But it is just enough water to cut my beard line straight

Sometimes
I am not sure if I am that I am
Man enough
To grab your hand one day and take you for that dance

My day starts
It's 7 A.M.
I eat my breakfast and have my coffee
But nothing fills

~ Secret garden