Morning Passes

golden bright light spears into the night shattering the darkness and breaking into blue pinpoint bright colors fading away heralding the dawning of the new day children’s bright laughter sounds on the lane girls and boys chasing and running away too young yet to be chasing dreams seeing just minutes into the day shop keepers opening draw back the blinds unlocking the treasures for customers to find seeking the music that fills their hearts coins that shingle sounding so bright fathers and husbands slip out their doors unto the cities to travel again selling their skills and losing their time that they might tend to their family’s needs mothers do straighten and clean their homes doing their that never will end some are singing the joy of their day others weary trudging just marking time days can so quickly brightly fly filled with the joy of each passing day dreams that do sparkle brightly in view hopes in the tomorrow that will surely come true yet in the darkness of rooms that are closed soft sounding cries of hopeless dread breaths that do struggle to bring in life lie broken pieces of dreams that do end bright colored birds passed windows do fly singing bright songs of cheerful joy knowing no needs and seeking not simply just living a another day