035 Daylight Savings

I bought two jars to hold in the light
all the music and words when I'm

not yet awake

spilling in now
from the uncurtained window
colours and shapes
oh the earth is still dreaming
how she smiles in her slumber
how she smiles

So quickly they fill
capturing the overflow to
brimming with love
and the promise of tomorrow
when you're not yet awake
you are still the horizon
there is nothing

but possibility

So I hide away the mason jars
(thank-you dear birds
and the sun in the sky
and the moon in the water)
for stores of the morning
for rainy days ahead
and oh how she smiles
in the uncurtained light

still not awake
When he wakes up to darkness
and then we can say
"we've daylight preserves!

get the butter knife."