I read that on Facebook this morning. my simple reading is that he woke up in the middle of the nite.
I often wake up with stars. but they are movie stars who come to me in dreams. those who leave us their images on screen never die. & those screen images ooze into my head & bleed into my dreams.
Marilyn Monroe is a frequent visitor. I never met her in life but went to her grave again last month. the Marilyn I see in my dreams isn't the character she workd hard to present to the world. she's a quiet young woman who enjoys listening.
these nite movies my mind makes often disappear even as I lift my body from bed. but sometimes the forgotten ressurects itself with a word here a line there. where else does poetry come from? it comes as much from the movies I see as from those my head makes in the nite.
so good morning Brent. how splendid we both woke up.