Akito's Poetry #42

I just wanted to be part of your everyday.
Left my shoelaces untied.
The sun rises at my back,
running down the street.
And the morning sings,  “Glory glory!”
Hallelujah to one and all.

Daddy’s got his coffee on the kitchen stove.
The rent man’s in his Sedan driving home.
And I run along with my shoes untied, racing the dawn to you.
The morning brings the angels inside,
their garters and stockings into the wash.

And I shouted, “Glory to you! Glory to you!”
The old tomcat sang too.
Cause God opens up oceans
for Golden virgins.
But I learned the sidelines ain’t so bad.
Cause He’s the magic man.
Yeah, God’s got a plan
and a twenty on Sweetheart in the third race.

And I’m hoping, yes, in every way,
that I somehow could be your everyday.
Cause I just want to be a part of you.
If not your hands than your eyes,
and if not your eyes than your lips.
The morning barge is my trumpet call.
I want to be your breath and your whispers.
I want to be your words and your laughter.
The littered streets are an ocean of dreams,
and you’re a seraph opening the way,
with my laces untied.

And I shouted…
“Glory glory!”
I celebrate me.
I celebrate you.
Glory. Glory.
Against the rising sun,
making my way to you.