The morning sun rises slowly as the full moon fades from view.
The rising and the falling are a part of me,
I long to rise and set and yet
and yet
Sleepiness pushes at the eyelids of my mind.
The rising and the falling are a part of me,
I long to be awake and
when I am
then I am
Flames flicker, orange, yellow, blue, red heat.
The rising and the falling are a part of me,
I long to feel the heat of all passion and yet then I feel
when I feel
Green boughs festive sparkling, light in darkness.
The rising and the falling are a part of me,
I long.
gkn December 2017
The rising and the falling are a part of me,
I long to rise and set and yet
and yet
Sleepiness pushes at the eyelids of my mind.
The rising and the falling are a part of me,
I long to be awake and
when I am
then I am
Flames flicker, orange, yellow, blue, red heat.
The rising and the falling are a part of me,
I long to feel the heat of all passion and yet then I feel
when I feel
Green boughs festive sparkling, light in darkness.
The rising and the falling are a part of me,
I long.
gkn December 2017
Ah, I too rise and fall, long for much, wish for much, hope to fully waken each day. Thanks for this resonant piece.
ReplyDeleteGlad you found it resonate, thanks for sharing your response!
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