morning's first light

only for your eyes
waiting to meet
mine again exploding under foot
thoughts of not letting
the knot slip away
lose the loose grip
on reality possessed
great patience writing
about morning's first light
in July then September
finally came and I never
expected to hear the voice
and now more true
inspiration like wind in the trees
through cracks in window panes
through tree branches still
cluttered with wet leaves
that haven't fallen as I have
from the curb of the road
time and time again
impatiently waiting on morning's
first light it's November and
everyone I know is a Scorpio
on the opposite side of the zodiac
I wait for the perfectly imperfect
match and that first light
might lead in that direction...