Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Morning Sunrise

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The streets, the parks, all empty and bare;

Where alone I stand and alone I stare.

I see shimmering drops of light reaching down towards young seeds;

It's as clear as the glimmer of dew on the weeds.

I realize I only have a short time to do the things on my list;

As I look beyond the meadows of the early morning mist.

The heat of the daily sun cast shadows of glistening rays;

Then the twinkles and flashes all soon fade away.

The wind across my face comes creeping;

Awakening me as if I were sleeping.

Over the distance fields and through the damp grass;

The unforgotten memories began to pass.

As a tear streams down from my eye;

The sun arises in the early morning sky.


Anonymous said...

very nice...I love your writing.

Anonymous said...

I love this one;