Original Poems

I Am The Morning

Each step I hear (the water’s edge)
The reeds my hand must brush aside
What is this slow unchanging love
What were those tears (last night) you cried

I am the morning light and cold
The sun afraid (but still to come)
I am the morning silence gray
For you have gone and I

Am numb

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