As I Open My Eyes

A thought of spring is entertained

Fortune falls through rays of sun
Wind pretends to come undone
Fallen angel number one:
Adam’s son.

If you wish to feel secure
Appear demure.

If you wish to feel alive
Steal the sky.

All this wisdom is a lie
Until you look inside.

If you are a word to seek
A brittle life, born meek
Angels guide the following week
The sun will wake you from your sleep.

I could say things aren’t fine
Conjure up another line
Find the rhyme to push it aside
It’s all aligned on Saturn’s time.

If there’s fear before there’s love
With time and space to push and shove
I am the wind that sends the dove
All is One — below and above.