Woke up to a lack of sleep,
Eyelids struggling to keep
Dreams that take flight at the sign of light
And vision-thoughts that hold my mind

The sky ripped open like fabric torn
By garden shears or a heart in yearning
For the day the city lights all quit their jobs
And leave their cases, one by one
To rise and hang from the violet-blue
And sing their shimmering, golden hue

The wind took sight of my condition
And sang-shouted its own rendition
Of the summer's end breeze-
Weather woman, inform the trees

Took the 18 past I-43,
Relished the aches that pad my feet,
Smelled the ancients in their special seats,
With all their years tangible, like some group-elite;
Wished I had nowhere to go back to,
Wished I had no cares to go back to

Weather woman, I know my fate
The outlook's good, this rainy day
I thought I'd prepared for everything
But you left me gasping
An "I love you"