poems for the lonely

4:19 am

it's 4:19 am

& all i know is how beautiful the sun looks as it brushes past the oceans horizon

how the birds begin to sing good morning

how everything begins to wake up

slowly

& it's these mornings, when I am still awake

when i watch the sun as it peaks from it's hiding place

when I want to run outside & drench myself in the sunlight

I want to catch the last bits of moon on my fingertips & carry them with me

I want to live