Morning Has Come
I force myself to have that
Dream where we fell when
Morning came I knew that
Sandman lover wasn’t me and
As I lay there in my bed not
Moving almost dead still
Bleeding fighting to reinvent
My humanity praying that
If I become this man the
One from my dreams you’ll
Finally love me the secrets
From your past the future
Ones you’ll trust only to
The voices in my head tell
Me that there’s something
Special about you now I’m
Tempted to write conventional
Love poems flowers and chocolate
Type kisses my pillows left
Wishing pretending that you’re
Supposed to be here so they kick
Me off your side of the bed resembles
An ice tray my blanket an Arctic
Mist cold infinitely real loneliness
Consumes every night even my days
Begin at dusk when rose petals
Retreat inner sanctum protecting
Your pollen caught on the winds
Of change blow in the wrong
Direction like your uniqueness is
Lost if you let me in unable to
Trust replay this song in the
Back your mind claiming to know
All my words but it’s different new and
Morning has come…
Copyright © Lyndell Cadasse | Year Posted 2007
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