it's sunrise again

the sun rose this morning again
the dawn only on his mind
and clouds cover the sky
and a hat covers his head
into the mind flows beautiful
memories a smile now
hundreds of miles away
would drive to see the sunset
and sunrise again
dawn right before eyes
for now only a wish
waiting to be fulfilled
like an obligation to comment
on the perfect parts
split separated for hours
then months pass without words
found one afternoon in a phone call
unexpected like the weather
when the TV stays off all day
and night molds his thoughts
to fit into these books
whether anyone realizes it or not
satisfied with a job
as a label of life for now
his life is collecting thoughts
and dropping them here
the sound of the sun rise has a name
and the memories are as beautiful
as the face it reminds him of a place
he no longer lives for what's to come
only for the moments he has stacked
in front of him like pictures
to be viewed over and over
like the thoughts he collects
like someone else might
collect coins or sea shells
and what is all this worth
the time it takes to push it all
right into the stream of consciousness
debatable at this point day
dreaming of dawn
when sun rose
a memory snap shot
face beauty froze...