Today’s song is for Stephanie over at stephanieisadork. She answered my song request post by suggesting that I write a song about:

How your bed can be so lonely, yet so comforting, at the same time.

I liked this suggestion, so I checked out her blog, and I found a poem that she wrote. With her permission, I used much of the language from this poem to shape the lyrics for this song. I managed to combine her poem and the heart of her suggestion into a single tune. This was a wonderful exercise for me because I am a poet first; I originally picked up a guitar to give something extra to some of my poems, some poems that were begging to be sung. If any other poets out there would like to collaborate with me to turn their verses into a song, then please contact me. I also devote this song to some other great blogs I found that are about sleep, poetry, music, or all three: hipsterssleeping, loveletmesleep, sleep-and-poetry, and thetidalsleep. Enjoy everyone, and thanks for the inspiration, Stephanie! — K.C.

     Waking Up

There is a time to witness the morning,
to hear the sun wake up
to see the wind erase the night’s mistakes,
to smell the sky turning into a blue giant.

There is a time
to relive the dreams or nightmares
soon to be locked away in your head
in a drawer with a lost key.

And we roll over, burrow down into
pillows and sheets to hold onto this time.

There is a time
before time and space and theories
catch up to us—
when anything is possible,
when we are greater than the sum of our parts.

There is a time
when everything is written
by one hand,
a sameness uniting
the flawed and the perfect.

CHORUS