In the Morning

by on February 21, 2022 :: 0 comments

He awoke
Before the light
Remembering her
With a wistful longing
Before the skies
Had turned to ash
Like the eyes
Of the dying
When they were young
And eager
With the hunger
Of the morning
And the sins of sorrow
Buried deeply
In the anticipation
Of welcoming flesh
Excited to be alive
In the glistening
Of another coming

editors note:

Bittersweet, like coffee with two sugars. – mh clay

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