Watching the Sun Rise

Been watching the sun rise

on streets I can't name

wondering if strangers can

read my pain

The feet are traveling

my heart stays with you

and I am marking time

on winds untrue

A year of Sundays

a hope of somedays

too much sand left

between now and you

Wind the clock

flip the page

write a letter to me, older

address it to You.

Cause I been watching the sun rise

praying for more time

till I can find my way

to nights filled with you.

11/5/06 4 am

Beverly Mass.