A sunrise missed and my mind’s askew.
Coffee and pencil’s here, but I know not what to do.
My darling sleeps while this morning I write.
And this world awakens from dreams of last night.
I’ve thoughts of love and work, the when and past.
But now the coffee’s cold, cos our time goes fast.
Then scribbled words on the page appear.
Or some cloudy premonitions clearly I fear.
This day’s unsure and maybe more rain.
Thought always we know the sun rises again.