the sun is rising
the morning has come
the dew it dances
and the earth it thrums.
i can't yet see the light ahead
my body too weak to lift my head.
the birds they sing as morning breaks
my ears are deafened by the thundering shakes
of night
of life
of the fews & far betweens
I picture ghosts of glory dancing on the seas.
the sun is rising the morning has come
I begin to hear a distant strum
of footprints slapping the distant waters
as the sun on my back grows only hotter
i charge the shore to escape its rays
and plunge into a sea of grace.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
the sun is rising
the morning has come
the dew it dances
and the earth it thrums.
i can't yet see the light ahead
my body too weak to lift my head.
the birds they sing as morning breaks
my ears are deafened by the thundering shakes
of night
of life
of the fews & far betweens
I picture ghosts of glory dancing on the seas.
the sun is rising the morning has come
I begin to hear a distant strum
of footprints slapping the distant waters
as the sun on my back grows only hotter
i charge the shore to escape its rays
and plunge into a sea of grace.
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