7.

"Salvation"

Bumb Bum Ba bum

Your little feet pound the floor

And your race

for salvation

in the click and flick

of electric light

echoes like thunder

through my world

You are awake

Its time to:

set aside the book

the coffee

the laptop

or the mop

to leave the dishes in the sink

they can wait

or they can rot.

All else my hemisphere enfolds

is put on hold

projects with numbers untold

like unfinished ghosts

preserved in the atrophy

of limbo.

Thoughts of lesser things,

life and death,

war and peace,

the intentions and machinations

of great and terrible men

who would be kings

fade

in the piercing

earth shattering

soul quaking

pulse racing

wail of your uncertainty as you wake

It prevails

through the darkness

from which you race

for the light

and the assurance

that I

will fly

like a slave running to the sound of

it's master's bell

sure that your flick

of the switch

will bring me to you

as well.