The peace of early morning holds me

As if it is the embraces of a love long forgotten.

The comfort of a lover given to an exhausted mind

Allowing but a brief moment of respite,

From the constant cacophony of the world.

The world blares loudly es the sun peaks above the horizon.

Storm clouds gather demanding attention from those in the path.

The noise of the storm pounds my body

Like a deluge in the desert,

Creating flash floods of information that race by.

Reaching to grasp the debris of information

The detritus pools in spots allowing us

To wade to find the battered box of responsibilities.

Like the rain, the noise relents and ends as

The sun, long past its zenith sinks toward the horizon

The loving arms of my long lost lover

Reach to hold me in her sweet embrace

Allowing me to sleep and wake

Safely in her arms.