It’s 3AM
Back from dreams
Where seeds of truth
Bloom at night
Tired but inspired
I find my feet
Spark a flicker
Set the shadows free
Brew a fresh pot
Black and strong
Pull deep breaths
Waking steam
In every sense
An awkward kiss
From the shoreline
Of a lipless mug
Lay my hand flat
Count the shapes
Find the ceiling
Set them free
Feel the peace
Wind it’s way
Bitter potion
That connects the wires
Beneath the pane
Pulled full wide
I sit skin bare
Count the waves
Cool sea air
Washing over
As it tumbles
To the shifting floor
At last the calm
Bows my head
The ground holds still
Beneath my feet
Focused only
On my breathing
Turn my hands up
And receive
– Rondym Kiefe