Morning Fire

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Sleepless nights and the urge to sleep in
Only to be nagged again by a morning alarm
If only I could refuse to get out of bed
That blaring clock would suffer serious harm.

But I shave, shower and all the necessary stuff
Try to control a couple of tons of plastic and steel
Navigate that thread of concrete as if by rote
Before coffee, almost automated, not feeling real.

Then one of the joys we often just take for granted
A morning gift such as this, not something we require
An amazing display of wisdom and breathtaking power
Just a welcoming display of love, the morning on fire.

Maybe to some just a sight to hide behind some sunglasses
But to me a reminder of the beauty we don’t always see
Like friends and family that we too often don’t cherish
Rather we should take hold, knowing it was given to me.

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About graypoet

Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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3 Responses to Morning Fire

  1. cindy knoke says:

    This is lovely! Kudos~

  2. What an incredible view!!!

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