I Prepare for You

Bells and whistles tried to trick me this morning
To rustle in my sleep.
Overeager dawn light tempted my social brain
To crack open its dusty eyes.
And the sweetness of cool summer air
almost filled my lungs to lift me up and out of my bed.
 
But not until the walk, these words and their loose links, the touch of soft formations of thought in simple strings; 

No, not until I knew some lines and wanted reason for more, not until I felt my mind and its need to live its lore; 

Not until I felt myself pulsing at my limits, did I want one who lives nearby with whom to tell-share my niblets. 

No, not until I grasped a tad of only possibility, could I see paths and options that could stretch into infinity; 

Not till then did I want you, and then more than before, to know you're there outside me, waking, walking while they snore.