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]