Time
As dawn begins to glow,
everyday a performance,
every moment a show.
With ink pen in hand
the ink starts to flow.
Awakened by Epiphany
the daughter of Poetry.
Her whisper of inspiration
brings pen and pad to mind.
And I, have time.
Early in the morning,
under the nighttime skies,
I'm there to see the sunrise.
There, as morning glories creep.
I'm there, as crickets go to sleep.
Before the darkness says goodnight.
Before the first rays of sunlight,
I... Have time.
Before the long hot days
of sun rays on sundays,
moving like a birds morning song.
The daughter of Poetry Epiphany
is gone, and I... Have time.
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