Tatyana Carney Poet Terza Rima

Morning Eyes

With morning's mouth, so speaks the sneaky sun
With lisping, skipping, shouting orange breath
with new discoveries upon it's tongue

to warmly set the soul at ease to test
the souls it's words engender seek to pause
and wind the dew toward heavens yet to rest

the sun absorbs the rhythm just because
it's task is one of cycle and advise
with speech to gently warm us to it's laws

while having conversations with the skies
reflected in a rainbow or a cloud
or in the silent steam in silver sighs

but now to morning's mouth we hear aloud
the sun to urge the risen toward their lives
who listen to the sun without a sound

and by it fill their pockets warm and wise
with light that others seek with empty ears
but never see in morning, orange eyes.

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