The Morning - Inspired By a Poet Friend

Awoken by the sun's bold kiss through parted curtains Softly caressing away those last memories of nocturnal fantasy As my eyes meet her gaze The world unfurls like crumbled paper in a light breeze, Mornings like children at play Innocent and content.. Everything silver-lined.. That bird of hope held in his eager palms Let free to meet another morning soul. Mother Sun holds him tight to her breast Safe from adolescence, For the unfurling paper, Far from innocent, Makes the boy grow distant from his mother's solace And follow his sibling days away...