Impressions of the Sunrise
I went to visit Alex
His mound covered by leaves
and gold light.
I felt close enough to hold him
And kiss his cheek goodnight.
In error I pardon myself,
Asking for a visit or a dream
I plead his tiny hand against
mine
Will help to seal the seem.
I balance my tears long enough
To lift my feet and run.
But there I am sterile
Waiting for my will to come.
I believe my tears are heaven
bound
As I search the wayward skies
Solitude so great I plead for
just
An impression of the sunrise.
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