Morning
Just when the night begins to slip away,
I turn, awaken, begging for it to stay
awhile longer, in the dark with me. Stay.
Please! Stay—just smooth my fears away.
Just when the sun emerges from the sea,
Chasing remnants of the night into
gone. Watch dewy leaves crispen to me,
gone. Watch dewy leaves crispen to me,
Reach out, shake off their sleep at my window.
Just when the dawn paints colors of the sky
by number, streaking ribbons, through the clouds
by day, by night, and even in my dreams.
So pretty, so simple, yet nothing’s as it seems.
I have my path, I take it day by day.
I’ll live to make my dreams real, come what may.
Written by Eliza Jane Farley Gomez
Friday, February 11, 2011
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OK, y'all have been kind enough to "hear me out"& n stuff, so let me know whatcha think, if I've rattled yer cage, voiced a shared thought or concern, or if you're gonna attain Enlightenment upon reading these DEEP THOUGHTS, or if ya think I'm just plumb WACKO--but please be decent in your expression of your sentiments, there's no need to sling mud, unless we're in POTTERY CLASS or at the BEACH! Thanks for reading n stuff...Laters!