in the morning
as i lie with my eyes unopened
a flutter of wings
divides a wall of light
tree shadows take me into their arms

in my temple of repose and recollection
i no longer wonder
why you threw pebbles
into the cup of happiness
and disappeared into the slow arrival of sunset

i have come to understand you
and the secret suffering of the serial lover
dawn is a bright fable at my window
where the world is fractured by the wooden panes
of a house built on memories of hope,
self-talk, and the tender grass of daydreams

i understand you now and the hopelessness
of there ever being a happy ending
so why does the past still knock on this window
with lost words and distant illusions
scratching my vision
why when i wake is my tongue bitten by dreams
and frail, frivolous imaginings

bleeding into a gray-scale montage