new words, different day

waking up before the sun for days
my mind won't stop
preventing any deep sleep
like i'm on some damn boat
lost at sea

if I close
my eyes,
i can still smell traces
of your hair
still feel your soft lips

now,
as luck would have it
i've been here before
on the side of the same road
approaching the dawn
of a new day

restless from days of no sleep
cloudy because that's how i be

change occurs second by second
some changes, however small
can have dramatice effects
because they somehow bump up
against another set of changes
that have collected against
the wall of an ever flowing stream

i've been the victor and victim
of change
i've learned
i've forgotten
and i've ignored.

but i will always be
mindful and fond of change
and the promise it brings

for i get to write yet again
about the profound impact
change has on my emotional state

new words, different day.

(thursday, 4:45 AM, 9/18/08)