Morning
MORNING
Good morning World.
Damn you!
and your warm
sunray fingers
prying open my eyes.
Robbing me of my
nocturnal fantasies,
my semiconscious bliss.
Leaving the remnants
of my peace
and tranquillity
laying scattered across
my face and through
my hair.
Your rising light
shrinking the shadows
of my freedom.
I will not be seduced
by your clear blue promises.
For your pressing realities
already taste foul
in my mouth.
Leave me Morning
to my diminishing serenity.
I have performed this piece and it shows on you tube (I hope this works, if not try copying to your address bar):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=egYjy4Iu5e8&feature=youtu.be
enjoy
Copyright © Scott Thirtyseven | Year Posted 2013
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