The soft morning cries itself
In through my bedroom walls

I can hear blue water failing
between the summer skies

Music gently trails in from
Somewhere outside me

Every element of loss and hurt
Breathes lightly on my body

Locks of love constrain in calm
Not knowing to let go

I can feel the warmth of far away
The gaps between each heartbeat

The soft morning mourns quietly
With my restlessness.