Let me wake before you

Let me wake before you.
Let me have this single handed moment
of solitude.

Let me be a stranger again,
with unexpected needs,
not knowing where next moments
are coming from or lead;
a foreign time
to wander through;
the unknown mystery
without any clue;
the everything,
before you.

Let me wake
…before you.

Let me be the sole witness
to the slightest stir.
Catch my breath with movement;
hold me hostage to a whispered word.

Let me see you
begin to see me
through the blurred wrappings
of a disappearing dream.

The waking hand,
carelessly strewn;
with no hesitation,
and skillfully tuned.

Then let me have everything
that you say is you.
Gather up all the loose ends
and let me have that too.
Don’t worry that I have limits;
We both know that’s not true.
Let me bite off
more than I can chew.

I’ve cleared out my body
of everything I once knew;
of what, or why, or where,
or when, or who.

Now there’s no room for hiding,
and no room to refuse.
The gift is given;
The payment is due.
Let me have everything
that you say is you.

Let me stumble
onto all the rules;
become the most expert
at the subtlest of ques;
know everything by heart;
discover anything that’s new;
the sacred student;
the willing muse.

And when we’ve confessed
all there is to excuse,
hold the moment a moment longer,
till it fills up this room,
and brings on the night,
with nothing more to prove.

And let me wake before you.