Truth In the Morning

TRUTH IN THE MORNING I heard the cat meow. Or, perhaps, I heard a dream. But I saw sunrise in my window. it was real. I felt the world explode, blazing bright. And, I knew, piercing my mind It was real. My waking senses saw, felt, heard, absorbed new life flowing in and comprehended. It was Truth. I saw, I felt, I heard, I absorbed the morning fire. It was there. My soul burned clearly. How could I deny Truth? After coffee, a shower, maybe breakfast, then the news. In the pages, on the screen the world again exploded, but somewhere else, and someone else to blame. I sighed, and thought; Truth in the morning becomes something else at noon.