She lives for the mornings
when all is beginnings
She lives for the evenings
when all is endings
She slogs through her
days
dazed
and
numb
no words rhyme
no lover comes,
her morning songs are sung
in baptismal
daily showers,
her dreams are
strewn in patterns
on curtains
in warm night winds blowing,
she sings again when the
nightbirds
sing.
Her mornings are
hopeful
Her nights are
resolved
Her games are
played at noon.
If she looks you straight in the
eyes
you'll know too soon,
She knows everything about you.
Her words will
come when they are ready,
Her beginnings are short
Her endings are long
like the night
Lady of the morning
Lady of the night
I will be beside you
when you finally decide
to take flight.
Light and darkness
while in her day
she pretends
as
she moves along
in
her own way.
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
She lives for the mornings
when all is beginnings
She lives for the evenings
when all is endings
She slogs through her
days
dazed
and
numb
no words rhyme
no lover comes,
her morning songs are sung
in baptismal
daily showers,
her dreams are
strewn in patterns
on curtains
in warm night winds blowing,
she sings again when the
nightbirds
sing.
Her mornings are
hopeful
Her nights are
resolved
Her games are
played at noon.
If she looks you straight in the
eyes
you'll know too soon,
She knows everything about you.
Her words will
come when they are ready,
Her beginnings are short
Her endings are long
like the night
Lady of the morning
Lady of the night
I will be beside you
when you finally decide
to take flight.
Light and darkness
while in her day
she pretends
as
she moves along
in
her own way.
