Delivery

When he wants to appear,
there leaves no doubt.
The waking up spinning and delirious
is always the typical day.
It builds momentum, speeding out of control
and holds no bar nor climactic heights.
Away from the obvious, it rests and it sighs,
awaiting you and a much needed reply.
It is not automatic, as most would assume,
but a kindled cloud, so soft not blue.
You struggle with writing and reading and prose,
never seeing the tapping of your nervous toes.
You seek an event, your life crouching in fear
its not Santa nor his tiny reindeer.
Away from the hectic,
Away from the screen,
away from the protocol,
towards something serene.
Desire and passion are present, that's true
You keep you away from what's real and what's not you.
Allow the veil to slip away,
Allow yourself to let go of the clock.
It is not necessary to endure another shock.
He comes when he wants to,
he knows your heart.
He knows what you need,
from the very start.
Be of good cheer, but stop and wait.
see what is simple in those narrow gates.