To Morn's Soft, Awakening Lights
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Tho ancient the words, and weak the bow
truth springs where wisdom grows
With love and kindness in one's heart
life benefits from such a great start
Sad that Fate oft issues other decrees
with honey, comes stings from the bees.
To Morn's Soft, Awakening Lights
Retrain thy heart, focus thy mind
above all, in this be so kind;
to morn's soft, awakening lights
vanishing vestiges of past nights
dreams glimmering soft as they go
hopes shot as arrows from a bow.
Refrain from greed and its cold grip
oft all it takes is that first sip;
poisons promising gems and gold
far more years before one grows old
pleasures beyond one's wildest dreams
lust working with Death on Fate's schemes.
Regard world, as thy opposition
real dangers, not false apparitions;
nor idle days, given to be wasted
or wine drank too fast to be tasted
gaze with heart, soul, mind on alert
gather truth's gems despite its hurt.
Retrain thy heart , focus thy mind
above all, in this be so kind;
to morn's soft, awakening lights
vanishing vestiges of past nights
dreams glimmering soft as they go
hopes shot as arrows from a bow.
R.J. Lindley
Sept 3rd, 1979
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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