Wake-up Call

On the move
spot to spot,
gone noon
or higher,

hearing the heaven
breathe in my ear,
bound for the quick path,
point to point,

but yellow heat smoking,
staining my eyes,
melting the way,

the red splash
rafting
through tunnels and branches,
bathing tissues and brain cells,

calling my name,
singing the praises
hot blood
does sing

Wake-Up Call

On the move

spot to spot,

gone noon

or higher

hearing the heaven

breathe in my ear,

bound for the quick path,

point to point,

but the sun in my eyes,

smoking where

staining when

in yellow heat,

in red blood

rafting

tunnels and branches,

splashing tissues and brain cells,

calling my name,

singing the praises

hot blood

does sing.