When the pain of sleep aches and urges you to wake
The cold of early holds you in the blanket fold
You must so boldly breathe and force your breath to take
To throw back the covers and out before to old
‘The day, the day’ called, ‘the day is nearly done’
Cool, cold, crisp frost and the fire’s cold smoke in the air
But still is the day and warming will be the sun
Then socks on both chilled feet and seated in the chair.
When time is on and yesterday is gone and done
The cold of early holds you in the fire warmed home
You breathe and breakaway before it is begun
Throw back the door and boldly out to conquer Rome
When rushing turns to running and then to waiting
And crowds stand still and bustle and then stand again
Train’s doors open and we sit in quiet hating
Locked on the same journey, all holding to the chain
When the bright sun lifts and shifts through the warming day
The chameleon sky travels west to amen
Has the day gone all unnoticed along your way?
Then fill the night with query and questions of when.