Blue Morning
I met the day, I searched for grace
to remedy a broken space
somewhere within my heart;
but break of day, sometimes falls gray,
and silent clouds that come to pray
for rain may not depart.
I met the night, I searched moon’s curve
to find the love I so deserve,
a silhouette of you.
How can I sleep alone tonight?
My dreams are stolen by my fright -
gray morning turns me blue…
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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