A wave of dawn is upon us.
With each morning, song begins in praise,
but my eyes awaken to find
I’ve been dreaming.

Loneliness a still form beside me,
echoing solitary
with each new song of the sun.

8-13-2010 #2

so this poem, honest to god, is what i awake with in the morning. I call it a different morning song becasue most of my morning poems are blissful or hopeful.