Tag Archives: morning

Cold End

The coming dawn, I know it to be cold.
From a distance: voices, faces, in mist,
Are illusions lurking, or so I’m told.
In their discourse, they wildly insist
That if they fervently wish to be real,
It is so. Without permission they lease,
Manafest strange feelings for me to feel,
These things that cause my worries to increase.
A cold path waits for me after waking.
The morning sun abhors my taking warmth,
And I find no heat from it worth taking.
They, in the mist, wish for me to go forth.
Nothing before me but my bitter end:
A garden of sorrow, which I must tend.

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A Song of Strings

A song is sung,
A day is done,
One more joyous memory spun.
A song of strings,
Relaxed musings,
Waiting for what next day brings.
Into the night,
Rest until bright
Dawn and new days morning light.
Drift off to sleep,
One less day I think.
The next,
A day to find memories to keep.

I love classical/instrumental music, my favorite being those pieces for violin and cello. One if my things is listening to those and thinking back on the day. Meditation to such music is such a relaxing experience.


Dawn Breaks

So this day begins.
Never will it wait for me.
Dawn breaks whist I sleep.

I Need More Coffee

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In silent morning
Too slowly I awaken.
I need more coffee.

Now in calm evening
I wish not to go to sleep.
I need more coffee.

Each Day Ends

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As a silent stream
Passes nearby so serene,
One can’t help but see.

Nature all beauty,
Through the first fog of morning,
All around lies still.

In the morning sun,
Now a future day is won.
Nightfall before long.

Each Day

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I am here for the morning
I am here for the day
I am here waiting,
For when you say,
I love you, I love you,
I love you don’t change.
But I don’t have to wait,
Because you tell me each day.

Faithful Promises

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The faithful promises that hold her,
All that’s allowed to pass her by.
The days come to an end,
In the same way does the night.
More faithfulness this promise lends
Than the changing of dark to light,
From the fires in the autumn,
To the waters that fall in spring.
With these she has such a song,
The silence ceases as she sings,
Of the promise of the morning,
Of what this new day will bring.

The first piece I’ve written based on one of my wifes paintings. The first of many I’m hoping 🙂 check out her other works at: http://www.relentlesslovecreations.com