The Rising ~ #OpenLinkNight @dVersePoets

At six a.m
I can be confident my phone won't ring.
The child still slumbers
deadline's just fine
until nine.

There are exactly 48 minutes
where the world is mine.
Before it all starts again
lose, draw or win
All mine.

The cattle call out to the sun
as he sends his rays out over the waters
hidden below a fog bank
delivered upon rising tide.

The alarm sounds from upstairs
the squeaking bed springs
telling that soon
the moment will be gone
as I can picture the fierce hand
seeking snooze

there it is
the return of the silence

38 minutes remain.
Smell of coffee now
co-mingling
with the scent of dew soaked grass

Even my note book feels damp
but no matter.
The price paid for the moment
too perfect to know its own value.
I'd almost sell my soul
if it could stay this way forever

28minutes
as Sir Sun climbs higher
Rowdy lion
sending the cattle back for milking
whose light is louder
than the alarm clock
as it signals once again
the end of my reprieve
drawing near.

OpenLinkNight Week 63 gets underway in just a few short hours, and once again I get to tend the bar. Hoping to see you at dVerse...link up's at 3pmEST.