Beneath A Rising Amber Sphere

Such a heavy day...

I awake and immediately feel

Its weight pressing me down;

Squeezing life,
 dripping despair

Drops that now take up residence

On the threads of my pillow’s cotton case

Where my eyes once shut for comfort

To trade the square shape of now

For the complimentary colors of an abstract place

That place is closed today

And I am open only

to the sharp and real dimensions

Coming into focus

Beneath a rising amber sphere

How it manages to acquire such height

I may never know

but I want to live

 within that glow;

It must be weightless there.