Morning is my friend
enveloping me in darkness
as I shuffle my way to the coffee maker
feet on cold floors and sleep eroding
under the assault of activity my mind is manifesting.
The limitless possibilities of imagination
and I grin at the luxury of sanctuary with myself.
Rabbit trails of thoughts, conquered empires and
The curtain between this life and the other is translucent,
shadows miming to each other hard earned wisdom and possibilities.
Sometimes I write.
Sometimes breathe in the scent of Nag Champa.
Sometimes I listen to the white noise singing in my head
while the caffeine makes anything possible
until dawn breaks the spell
and my solitude goes to sleep until the early hours
of the next day when I will again relish
the sanctuary with myself.