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,
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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