On opening eyes..

I write about those moments of missing a loved one.. Especially when we wake up from sleep. I muse over patterns. Heart comes alive like those eyes that get drops from passing clouds.

Eerie
The moments
Of break of dawn,
The jerk from sleep
The awakening

I hide it a while,
Blaming science
And my head
For reading too much
Into the lines.

Who am i fooling
I sigh
Despising statistics
And admiring patterns
This is perhaps
A different high.

The head never knew
Depths of heart
Until one day,
It sought help
When torn apart,
From head to heel
All deployed,
Just for heart to heal,
Yearns left a hole,
Massive, to fill.

Those moments
Of cross
Of crossing paths
The numb heart
Comes alive,
Beats a few
Matching rythms
With those that pass
A while.

The eyes they look up
For rain,
For showers of love,
So long,
My passing clouds.

Author's Note

Comparing my heart coming alive with those eyes that receive rain from passing clouds.