*This sunrise is very beautiful
With a hue of pink and a rareness which
Befits the weariness of red eyes
As slowly over the Catskills she
Rises and resides
Until she can be seen within the sky
Pure as almond and ivory
Backed by the dawn and the day alike
Who am I to stand here in her way?
Who am I to say that she shouldn’t try?
I can only trust and occasionally wish
That she would honor me with a simple kiss
Of morning dew, and a smile wide
For that, in this, my morning eyes
Would bring great joy to me in my life*
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 2:25 AM UTC
*This sunrise is very beautiful
With a hue of pink and a rareness which
Befits the weariness of red eyes
As slowly over the Catskills she
Rises and resides
Until she can be seen within the sky
Pure as almond and ivory
Backed by the dawn and the day alike
Who am I to stand here in her way?
Who am I to say that she shouldn’t try?
I can only trust and occasionally wish
That she would honor me with a simple kiss
Of morning dew, and a smile wide
For that, in this, my morning eyes
Would bring great joy to me in my life*
Just as with above... With everything there comes a reason.
