In the High of the Morning - Twain

In the high of the morning

Discover it’s fine to be gentle and kind to my self in my mind

To be gentle is frightening for fear than of losing the rich edge of meanness

The harsh light of Truth

In the high of the morning

High in the old city

Hands me a coffee and her smile reads to me

Tales of potentially finding my front porch

Tales of the green ocean gentle and kindly

My foot finds the day again

All the way back to the foot of the muse again

Kneeling before her as nakd as born again

Foot finds the hip again

Lips find the curve of th neck

I expect to find devils inside of me

If only to prove to me

God is alive in me

A salty green ocean

My soul goes so swimmingly

Ocean of spirit within me

I hear it! I hear it! I hear it!

I hear her breath rising beside of me

The highway beneath us

Unrolling like licorice

Guts in a lover’s crush

To wander so aimlessly, falling in bliss

As the driver shifts up into fifth

I recall that I used to despair at the lost chance of knowing

A much longed for beauty

But now that I know it’s my duty to love life

Not try and know life

To show it-to show I don’t know yet I know that it’s real