A Poem To Meet The Morning Sun
A poem to meet the morning sun:
It is nice to breathe
Knowing she is there
For me
Underneath this sun
I breathe
Bonded with God
His creation
She awakens my eye to the
Wonder and beauty of
The holy world
The little unseen miracles
Of creation
The hidden love, the bird's song
My fellows' labours
And we share our hearts and
Passions
And sing also
And appreciate and honor
The possibility that this is --
What we share
The sweetest song
In our loving souls
A meeting of our minds
A dear communication
O, I had kept my purity as a
Revenge for the world
Leaving me in solitude
And not nurturing every wanton need
But I failed too often
And I neglected love itself
For my lack of initiative
And belief in myself
Or maybe what I wanted
I could just never have
I was dead
I was dead until Love she spoke to me
And welcomed me back to the light
Gladly
I hope that my next love will last
And last
And last
And last