Awakenings

here lies winter
spring is broken
folding what’s unfolded
waiting for
what never comes
all my dreams are spoken
morning burns
through the glass
stained with burning eyes
vision blurry
searching kindly
the sun awakes to rise
fall focused
into sudden view
this gray facade
of love and God
halley’s comet fades
meanwhile waiting
procrastinating
perhaps, for dreams
that never come