Morning again, soothing Sun Welcoming and warm, with undertones of dread An ill fated hour where words are filled with grieving joy And hope dissolves with each kept moment A light that comes from nowhere From dreams which I could not awaken A stillness neither beautiful nor comforting Falling back into the womb of the earth The night’s slow innocence takes it's toll on me The cruelty of time which I'm supposed to understand Leaving only a shell behind Morning again, soothing Sun Welcoming and warm, with undertones of dread The ill fated hours... The grieving joy of words A thin guise of hope stings more with each passing moment A rain washed wind swept summer breeze Hazy sunsets bleeding nature’s voices Echoing empty in the morning mists Temptation longing beneath gray faces Dancing serpents, rising from their sleep No ordinary miracles shaping the hours Or stifling the still growing quietude