A Letter To The Morning
Dear Morning;
Why are we such enemies?
We are blessed to encounter
the sunlight at these hours…
together.
Think of how many people
that still sleeps with the night.
That never gets to counter react
with…. reality.
Even though some may think
that they rather lay with peace,
than to awake to the transition
of the anew
Some even lay critical
and plead with their deity
for another breath.
That their light
is not isolated
to the heavens…
at this time.
But we…
struggle like pre-school children,
wrestling in the playground
for this secluded attention.
Cuddled by dawn in this
tenacious posture.
But I…
fall in love
when I remember our adventures.
Think of how many footprints
danced with us at the crack dawn
then return back to their existence.
Our groans…
tricked them into thinking that…
we’re some kind of a companion to each other… lol
Or think of the tequila
that got caught up in our rapture.
Left the mirrors misty
and disillusioned our reflection.
You’re the only one that sees me chanting
Why are we such enemies?
We are blessed to encounter
the sunlight at these hours…
together.
Think of how many people
that still sleeps with the night.
That never gets to counter react
with…. reality.
Even though some may think
that they rather lay with peace,
than to awake to the transition
of the anew
Some even lay critical
and plead with their deity
for another breath.
That their light
is not isolated
to the heavens…
at this time.
But we…
struggle like pre-school children,
wrestling in the playground
for this secluded attention.
Cuddled by dawn in this
tenacious posture.
But I…
fall in love
when I remember our adventures.
Think of how many footprints
danced with us at the crack dawn
then return back to their existence.
Our groans…
tricked them into thinking that…
we’re some kind of a companion to each other… lol
Or think of the tequila
that got caught up in our rapture.
Left the mirrors misty
and disillusioned our reflection.
You’re the only one that sees me chanting
“Butterflies were once caterpillars”
“Butterflies were once caterpillars”
“Butterflies were once caterpillars”
“Butterflies were once caterpillars”
Meaning that beauty is only skin deep
You lingered with me till the afternoon…
sometimes evening
You soothed my hangover.
Left me sober enough
to remember that…
we are blessed to have these moments
Things like absorbing the essence
of the children.
Nourish their confidence
with our affection.
Our alliance will be an example for the struggle.
Together with our fist
meeting us at Calvary.
where the spirit of Jesus
dictate our path
out of this vengeance.
Just look…
Our bitter sweet acquaintance
is practically destined
So…
lets just be radicals for harmony
like Gandhi
Meet me a little past the witching hour.
At the time of devotion
I have this poem…
reciting my white flag.
You lingered with me till the afternoon…
sometimes evening
You soothed my hangover.
Left me sober enough
to remember that…
we are blessed to have these moments
Things like absorbing the essence
of the children.
Nourish their confidence
with our affection.
Our alliance will be an example for the struggle.
Together with our fist
meeting us at Calvary.
where the spirit of Jesus
dictate our path
out of this vengeance.
Just look…
Our bitter sweet acquaintance
is practically destined
So…
lets just be radicals for harmony
like Gandhi
Meet me a little past the witching hour.
At the time of devotion
I have this poem…
reciting my white flag.
