I can hear the morning birds chirping,
and see the new season’s rain
bring newness once again.
I can feel the crisp bite in the air,
and smell what they try to catch
in the aerosol cans.
I can see the blue grey sky,
and still feel sleep in my eyes
and dreams in my mind.
But for every piece of beauty here,
my only wish is to fall into
the slumbered reality that I knew.
© Blake Leitch September 10, 2015