Integral Mornings

I have always been scared of you
With your smile battering my alarm clock
All daisy chains and good day sunshines
You suffocate me, let the midnights prevail


I dislike your force
Your goodness appears false
Injected with such sickness
Anxiety, shivers beneath my quilt

You turn out your colour
Inviting me into your orange sunsets
Promising flickers of contentment
It exhausts me to watch you

I am a night sky
Lying in its bed of quiet repose
Alone and forgiving of ferocious mornings
Tolerate of your broken gravities
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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March 12, 2009 at 3:37 PM
Jo, this is a wonderful description of the way "night sky" dislikes the sun. Isn't it awful the way morning "batters" our "alarm clocks"? Very amusing! (FYI - I'm the moon child.) Love, Carolyn
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