That Place I Feel When

Each day after i rise to face the coming of this one and i look to my near side and the sun like the others and the soft yellow light falls in my small warm room and the shadows mine do, fade away when i look up and the ceiling seems closer than the night suggests and the smell of pancakes floats in through my nose. and i wait my turn as some other goes first to wash up and i play in the stream as my finger draw you on the wall and so happy am i at the way this new thought works and the big brass mouth of water i share, it holds on to me and it is just to amazing at how the water all stays inside. and breaking our fast in seats i hold out grace to this and knowing that this meal is more than some i may have and as i break some more i feed the birds few others have and today starts to rest on me as i await the fresh new day it's sky and as each night claims my sight i wonder in awe at all the rest.