Reconnecting

as the world bleeds
they stay wide awake without
their souls to keep
as all minds light up
they put themselves out there
like hermits of the night
who walk around
with senses
like Beethoven’s symphony
number nine

time exists
it either heals or
wounds life away
even God cries
over His mistakes
the sweet songs
have been silenced
now what do you do?

What do you do?
You’re fine.

time is there
for you
with you
hiding away
until you’re ready
for its truth

things only become real
between three and five
as hearts and souls
miss the sunrise
while in my wintry room
I feel the warmth of sunshine

As the old pen works
to reconnect with my
divine.