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Viva La Morning Sun
Viva la morning sun Midnight, dark night, no light, can’t go. So dark, so quiet, so I guess the neighbours are not home. Waiting for sleep to arrive, but it never does on time. Still waiting to permanently close my eyes; But match sticks under baggy eye lids, Will not show me the peaceful dreams I need to find. Brain storms while outside it is silent. Not a raindrop in the air. Sun will rise shortly, as will the neighbours; They all arise without a care. I will hear their alarms and the beeping of their cars And each and every door they all slam, God damn! Muffled music drives away and I am left with clinking milk bottles. How I hate to hear the milk man moving in full throttle. The bin men arrive flashing their ‘vehicle is reversing’ lights. I close my eyes, but they peek around the curtain…sigh. People are busy nattering and I am left sinking; There is no calling for the postman singing. The birds have not even got their song books out yet, Because there is too much noise, for all their rehearsing. Now I arise from the deep pit in which I dwell. The zombie arisen, the power button pressed, another day of Hell. In a state of half-dress the violins begin, Quietly at first, but soon a full orchestra of noise; A cup of tea is soon ready to drink. This symphony would wake the whole neighbourhood, If it wasn’t for all the toys and work, which mean they are already up. The din would be said to be deafening, ironic, If I cared to hear those muggles out there, but today is supersonic And the strings are rising up to the top of the planet, And I am drifting within the music’s magic. I am taken away to a classical age, Where maidens play while in-waiting in castles. The beer is served in tankards, Meat ripped with fists and soldiers prepare for battle. This warrior mind has no strength for a Queen, The zenith passed, the air up here is so clean And now the end of the song approaches And with a whimper, I remember, the line of forgotten roaches… I raise to my height, now at full length, a citizen. Viva la revolution! I am at one with creation. Hello Earth and morning sun! Let me feel your warmth…my morning divine, my elation. (C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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