In the Wee Hours

In the wee hours,
my ego sleeps,
my heart awakens,
my body weary from the day's war of hide and seek,
slumbers in post traumatic agitation.

In the wee hours,
my heart illuminates the truth of I AM,
speaks the tongue of my father,
my eyes shine from its pristine knowledge,
my cheeks are wet with copius notes..
Love is who? I AM
Love is where? I AM
Love is what? I AM

In the wee hours,
I am again fortified,
armed,
at-the ready!
A new day is dawning.....

TAM 3/5/10 1:52am