Before The Clock Rings

The room is grey and soft and slow

The blue light touches on the floor

Your eyes are open just a bit

Before the world begins to call

You can stay right here for a minute

The heavy blanket keeps you warm

The quiet room is holding still

No need to rush into the day

The alarm is silent on the desk

The morning waits outside the glass

You breathe in deep and let it go

Your head lies heavy on the cloth

You can stay right here for a minute

The sunlight touches on the wall

The morning breath is soft and low

There is no hurry in the air

There are no promises to keep

Not in this quiet early hour

Just rest your shoulders on the bed

And feel the softness in the dark

You can stay right here for a minute

The pillow rests beneath your head

The shadows fade away so slow

You have enough time for yourself

The morning light is coming in

The blanket holds you tenderly

Stay a little longer now

The day is waiting just for you

Above your head the ceiling glows

A pale yellow line begins to grow

It creeps across the painted white

And turns the shadows into light

The morning arrives at its own speed

Look at the ceiling painted bright

The sun is taking gentle steps

You do not have to move at all

A dust mote dances in the beam

It floats like something in a dream

The top corner is bright and clear

Another quiet day is here

The morning arrives at its own speed

Look at the square of silver light

The warmth is spreading overhead

Just lie right here and watch it bloom

You do not need to wake up fast

The first light always learns to last

It sits upon the plaster board

And asks for nothing in return

The morning arrives at its own speed

Look at the golden line above

The room is filling up with peace

You are right where you ought to be

The ceiling holds the morning sun

The quiet shift has now begun

Lie still and breathe it in once more

As light lands soft upon the door

Your feet swing down beside the frame

The floorboards call you by your name

A sudden chill against your toes

That is the way the waking goes

Getting up is enough for now

The wooden floor is firm and cool

Take one small step into the space

You are doing fine right here

The rug is only two steps away

A safe warm place to start the day

Your ankles stretch and feel the floor

Beside the quiet bedroom door

Getting up is enough for now

The cold wood touches on your skin

Your weight sits easy on your heels

You are doing fine right here

No need to run or make a sound

Just place your feet upon the ground

The house is still and softly waking

Every little step you are taking

Getting up is enough for now

The grain of pine feels clean and plain

Your toes curl up then settle down

You are doing fine right here

Your feet are planted on the floor

You stand up slowly by the door

The ground will hold you all day long

And keep you steady keep you strong

Beside the bed the slippers wait

Two cozy wool shells by the gate

Slide your toes into the fleece

And feel the morning bring you peace

There is nowhere you need to run

The woolen slippers fit your feet

The hallway floor is long and calm

Take every step at your own pace

They drag a little on the rug

A familiar and gentle hug

They keep the chill away from you

As you walk out into the blue

There is nowhere you need to run

The soft felt lining holds you close

The quiet hallway opens wide

Take every step at your own pace

The world outside may move too fast

But inside here the moments last

Your soft steps whisper on the tile

You can go easy for a while

There is nowhere you need to run

The woven slippers touch the floor

Each small step brings you to the light

Take every step at your own pace

Your slippers glide across the hall

No pressure on your mind at all

Just shuffle slow into the room

And watch the gentle morning bloom

Your hand reaches out to the cloth

As light as the wings of a moth

The fabric is heavy and grey

It kept out the night till today

Let the daylight in real slow

The woven linen slides aside

The garden wakes up in the yard

The world is gentle on your eyes

You pull it an inch to the right

A narrow long ribbon of light

Falls on your chest and your chin

To welcome the morning back in

Let the daylight in real slow

The curtain rings slide down the rod

The lawn is silver with the dew

The world is gentle on your eyes

You hold the fabric in your palm

It fills the bedroom with a calm

No sudden glare to break your rest

Just soft light shining on your chest

Let the daylight in real slow

The heavy curtain opens wide

The sky is pale and clear and free

The world is gentle on your eyes

The curtain gathers on the wall

The morning sunlight touches all

You stand and watch the day begin

And let the quiet air come in

You turn the cold metal knob round

The sink makes a low hum sound

Clear water flows over the drain

Like gentle and steady spring rain

Warm water washes over your hands

The faucet fills the quiet sink

The steam rises up to your face

You are waking up real nice

You cup both your palms in the stream

It wakes you up out of your dream

It splash on your cheeks and your brow

You are right in this moment right now

Warm water washes over your hands

The silver tap drips soft and clear

The morning chill begins to fade

You are waking up real nice

Clean water wipes the sleep away

And opens up a brand new day

It feels so good against your skin

As another peaceful hour begins

Warm water washes over your hands

The mirror clears up in the room

Your breath is calm your skin is warm

You are waking up real nice

The water trickles down the pipe

The towel feels so soft and dry

You wipe your face and look around

Safe upon this steady ground

The metal pot sits on the stove

A little stainless steel cove

You turn the black gas dial high

And watch the blue flame flicker by

The kettle hums its tiny song

The water bubbles deep inside

The kitchen warms up in the dark

You have all the time you need

It starts with a whisper so small

Then echoes around on the wall

A soft steady rattle of steam

That breaks up the last of your dream

The kettle hums its tiny song

The spout lets out a white plume cloud

The metal shines under the light

You have all the time you need

No rush to turn the burner low

Just listen as the bubbles grow

It tells you that the heat is near

To make a cup of comfort here

The kettle hums its tiny song

The lid boils gently in its place

The steam rises sweet and clean

You have all the time you need

The kettle whistles soft and low

You turn the burner off real slow

The quiet kitchen settles down

Warmth is spreading all around

The ceramic mug is so warm

It shields your fingers from harm

The dark liquid swirls in the cup

As steam carries warm aromas up

Hold your cup with both your hands

The warmth goes right into your palms

Take one small sip and close your eyes

This moment belongs to you

The heavy stoneware feels so good

Like steady sun upon old wood

You pull it close against your chest

And let your tired shoulders rest

Hold your cup with both your hands

The heat sinks deep beneath your skin

The sweet earth smell fills up the air

This moment belongs to you

You do not have to think ahead

Forget the words you might have said

Just feel the heat that you can hold

Against the morning air so cold

Hold your cup with both your hands

The glazed clay keeps the water hot

Your breathing slows down sweet and deep

This moment belongs to you

The warm cup rests upon your knee

As cozy as a friend could be

You drink it slow until it goes

Warmth down to your cold toes

The glass pot drips dark and slow

The roasted beans begin to glow

A rich dark scent fills up the air

And floats around your wooden chair

The smell of coffee fills the room

It wakes your mind up gently now

The steam spirals into the air

Everything is calm and sweet

You lean over the glass pot rim

And watch the dark brown liquid swim

It smells like earth and autumn leaves

And quiet morning time receives

The smell of coffee fills the room

It warms the corners of the kitchen

The dark filter drips line by line

Everything is calm and sweet

It does not ask for you to run

It only promises the sun

So breathe it in and let it stay

To guide you gently on your way

The smell of coffee fills the room

The white steam curls above the jug

Your morning is a peaceful thing

Everything is calm and sweet

The coffee brewer settles down

The rich scent spreads across the town

You take a breath and feel at ease

Soothed by the morning breeze

The bread turns golden in the slot

The toaster coils are burning hot

A butter knife rests on the plate

There is no reason to be late

Eat your breakfast nice and slow

The yellow butter melts right in

The crust is warm and soft inside

The morning treats you very kind

You spread the yellow butter wide

It soaks into the soft inside

A tiny crumb drops on the tray

A simple start to a simple day

Eat your breakfast nice and slow

The knife slides quiet on the toast

The taste is warm and rich and plain

The morning treats you very kind

Food tastes best when you are still

Sitting on the window sill

Just taking bites and feeling okay

As dark blue turns to morning grey

Eat your breakfast nice and slow

The plate sits steady on your lap

Each little bite brings energy

The morning treats you very kind

The last small crumb is swept away

You wipe your plate and start the day

Your stomach warm your spirit bright

Everything will turn out right

The oak chair sits beside the wall

It does not ask of you at all

You sit down on the woven seat

And feel the quiet grow complete

You have all the time you need

Sit back against the wooden chair

Rest your arms upon your knees

No one is asking you to rush

Your shoulders drop an inch or two

There is nothing you must do

Just watch the light upon the rug

Safe and warm like in a hug

You have all the time you need

The chair is steady underneath

The kitchen clock ticks soft and low

No one is asking you to rush

The minutes stretch out long and wide

With peace and quiet on your side

You sit real still and take a rest

And know that you are doing your best

You have all the time you need

The wooden back holds up your frame

The quiet house is safe and still

No one is asking you to rush

You lean back soft and take a breath

Leaving behind all doubt and dread

The chair supports you where you sit

Just resting here a little bit

Through the window pane you look

Like pictures in an open book

A bicycle goes rolling past

Not too slow and not too fast

The world outside is waking up

A car engine hums down the lane

The sky is changing soft to blue

The day is ready when you are

A neighbor walks a little dog

Through the fading morning fog

The streetlights flicker off together

In the cool early weather

The world outside is waking up

A paper lands upon the porch

The birds begin to sing their song

The day is ready when you are

It moves so soft without a sound

Life is stirring all around

It does not drag you out the door

It just lightens up the floor

The world outside is waking up

The shop doors unlock down the street

The morning air is fresh and clear

The day is ready when you are

You watch the town begin its day

From behind the glass you stay

It feels so good to watch it start

With calm and peace inside your heart

You open up the closet door

And pull a sweater off the floor

The grey knit wool is thick and sweet

To keep away the morning sleet

Put on a sweater soft and warm

The cozy wool fits over you

Pull the sleeves down to your hands

Wrap yourself in quiet comfort

It slides right down over your head

Soft like the blanket on your bed

The collar rests against your neck

Without a single tiny speck

Put on a sweater soft and warm

The soft weave settles on your chest

It keeps the chilly air away

Wrap yourself in quiet comfort

You smooth the front down with your palm

It fills your body with a calm

A shield of cloth to keep you safe

In every cold and windy place

Put on a sweater soft and warm

The gentle knit feels clean and soft

You are ready for the world outside

Wrap yourself in quiet comfort

The heavy sleeves cover your wrist

Like a gentle morning mist

You feel protected soft and warm

Safe from any little storm

You sit down on the bottom stair

And pull your shoes on with care

The leather sits around your heel

Comfortable and strong and real

Tie your laces nice and tight

Cross the strings and pull them through

Your feet are ready for the path

You can walk at your own speed

You make a loop and pull it round

Until a double knot is found

Your feet feel steady on the floor

Right beside the front entry door

Tie your laces nice and tight

The sturdy soles protect your feet

Each bow is neat and sitting flat

You can walk at your own speed

One shoe first and then the next

No need to feel confused or perplexed

You build your readiness real slow

Until you feel it time to go

Tie your laces nice and tight

The black cloth snug against your skin

Your step will hold you on the street

You can walk at your own speed

Your shoes are tied and feeling fine

You stand up straight along the line

Ready to take a steady tread

Where the open path is led

Beside the door the brass key hangs

No heavy thoughts or sudden pangs

You reach your hand up to the wall

And let the metal ring down fall

The brass key jingles in your hand

The metal feels cold clean and bright

You hold the key to open up

The world is waiting at the door

It makes a small and friendly chime

To mark the gentle morning time

You slip it deep into your coat

Beside a tiny folded note

The brass key jingles in your hand

It clicks against your pocket side

You hold the power to move on

The world is waiting at the door

It means that you can come and go

At any pace that feels just so

You own the space you walk within

Where every quiet step has been

The brass key jingles in your hand

The ring sits light inside your palm

You have everything you need

The world is waiting at the door

The keys are safe inside your pocket

Unlocking every gentle lock

You turn around and take a breath

Leaving behind all doubt and dread

Your fingers turn the heavy latch

The front door opens with a catch

The fresh cold air blows on your face

To welcome you to this bright place

Step outside into the light

The morning sky is open wide

The street is quiet clean and fresh

You are ready for the day

You walk across the wooden porch

The sun shines bright just like a torch

The sky is blue above the trees

You feel the cool and gentle breeze

Step outside into the light

The cold air fills your lungs up clear

Your feet walk down the gravel path

You are ready for the day

You made it through the quiet start

With steady hope inside your heart

The day will meet you gentle now

It shows you where to walk and how

Step outside into the light

The morning sun warms up your coat

You take a step into the street

You are ready for the day

You step onto the sidewalk now

And look around and smile somehow

The morning holds you soft and clear

As you walk forward without fear