Good Morning

I see you in faint morning light
Shadows heavy, cross in daily fight
Yet you shine right on through
Sleeping, drunk on Morpheus brew
I wonder if it is you I should wake
For morning repast’s sake
Still I roll in cottons embrace
Sneaking glimpses of moonlight’s trace
I think if it right to make noise
And bring up other ploys
For it then their fault be
Your eyes crack and me you see
Then I roll back again in silence
Looking at darkness in defiance
Light is my ally in this battle
And in time, wake you that’ll
So I yawn in patient wait
For Sol to break shut eye gate

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Tell me a story

Tell me a story, where the hero is nothing more than normal. The villains are only a point of view. A story at which I laugh and cry, A story that shows a plight and gives hope but not necessarily in that order. Tell me a story which I have heard, but will never know the ending. A story, yes a story, the likes of which cannot be written, nor spoken nor watched but excites all the senses. Allow the complexity to overwhelm the senses and its absence feel like famine. Tell a story in which I am lost but know the way. Can you tell such a tale? Or will it be like the rest and allow me to relive memories at best?

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It is not the now to fear
Whispers of future you can hear
Like times from before
There are things I do ignore
Blissful hope in future returns
Accepting what at present burns
With doubts in minds corners
Harbingers of future mourners
My hope is still lost in song
I follow mindlessly along
Will I steer from future’s plight
Or succumb to lazy might