The Good-Morning Story

One thing about time, it strikes the same hours every day Yet each day is a completely different story I find it marvelous the way the oceans waves slide over the earth Smoothly,so the ground falls in love with the way it breaks into uneven pieces The way an enormous ball of fierce colors leaks over the line of darkness floating over it That even the most silenced strand of grass is awakened flawlessly The screams of nature in the midst of havoc is but another salute A salute to their own creations,made by a mistake that left them awed In such perfection that even the damage left behind,is concealed by a simple ray of light Skylines cry, with each tear kissing the surfaces of all evil and kind Unintentionally sharing its pain with the strangest echoes of the nearest shadow Dawn sets behind a solid rock with our hearts engraved in, Covered in ice with the sharpest rims,hidden under blankets of lies, Comforted by a million tries of slowly dying to feel alive The night will remind us of those promises that started with a splash of memories, Ended with a dose of pain,it will remind us of the beginning to an end.