Born a Smile
I love the night when all of quiet sleeps
and in its slumber dreams about the day;
when muted dew from roses lips will weep,
then softly through the thorns of life will play-
and pass the songs of night time to the birds.
This morning hymn, though brief the harmony
now echoes throughout time and can be heard
in every sunrise for eternity.
With every promise kept is born a smile -
renewed with hope, a day begins again
and in deep dreams it dances and beguiles
with subtle wishes always will remain.
So from this sleep I pray we can awake
to share in peace before it's all too late.
8/17/18
Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2018
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