Till the Break of Morning
Till the break of morning
Till the break of morning I'll sit and watch and hear the birds making sounds
Till the sun comes calling I'll sit in darkness while there's no one else around
Till the first cars are starting I'll wonder where are you to be found
Walking gently in the meadow with my mind circling and dry leaves on the ground
I see the first light turning black to blue and the blue eyes that I remember I first drowned
I light a fire in the morning to warm my hands then gather berries on bushes and mushrooms that are crowned
I go to the stream and wash my face and fill some water then cook my food and eat as nature becomes my shroud
I cannot smile with joy anymore but I have peace and harmony to know you were never meant for me as you were always some one else's to be bound.
You are a different bird not so easily flattered and one that is looking to challenge you feathered mostly brown.
The sunlight shatters the clouds in my head and the green leaves make shards of light like a force that brightens even the darkest places and certainly I'm not down.
Copyright © Peter Kiggin | Year Posted 2016
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