Thinking of all the mornings that have come for me, and the nights they wiped away. I love the morning, and its metaphorical promise that "trouble dont last always". Inspired. :) Enjoy...
Mornings are dark
sleepy fog
and the eyes of the earth
roll slowly, waking from the black
starry, seemingly endless death
of the weary day before.
the sun sends a dim ray
this small ray all alone
lights a portion of the still sleeping sky,
like a smirk
just a few shades of grey lighter
opening the senses
to possibility
it stretches 'cross the sky
we stretch
we hope
as it brings hope
a new day dawns
and the night..
the midnight hour
shows its last moments of protest
The sky surrenders its last ink blots of blue hues
to the pink!
We blush
how did we wallow in sorrow through the night?
How did we forget the day was coming?
The sun is strong now
yellows and oranges
Even the grass and trees are beaming
Sparkling proud of its public affair with the rays.
We are rebirthed, the recurrent lovechild!
The temparature rises
our strength returned!
Renewed with such joy!
The night is gone, without a trace.
The bad times but a memory.
Balance restored.
We stare openly, brazen and ready
at the sun
and hold dear this moment.
but we need this moment
in the darkest of nights
in the midst of the fight
we need to remember
...that joy always comes in the morning.
-MWT
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