Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Sunrise
4.10.04

Morning sunrise, calling me
Morning- nightime’s fading
The moon was just a reflection
Now I watch and I wait-
As it sinks back in its rejection

Here, now, your eyes opened
Here, how, am I broken?

It was a question
Contemplated
I was questioned
Debated

Here, now, your eyes opened
Here, how, am I broken?

The sense you make is backwards, falling
The sense you make is captivating, calling
Why am I bound by you?

Morning sunrise
Morning overtakes the night
Just a reflection on the wall

Here, now, your eyes opened
Here, how, am I broken?
Here, now, save me willing
Here, how, will I give in?

I cannot believe
Doubt- so I see
The blind have no thought towards sight
So I take flight

Here, now, your eyes opened
Here, how, am I broken?

<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [AA]
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