Every Morning
My dreams are chased away by the morning sun.
Leaving me alone to bear the day that’s begun.
I wake with a heavy heart,
Only focusing on the distance keeping us apart.
The day seems to last forever;
Every hour is another we are kept from being together.
But, at such long last, the sun descends.
And the moon, my beautiful moon, above the horizon extends…
Beautiful because a promise is brought with the day’s fading light:
You will be in my arms when I close my eyes tonight.
(2014)
first assignment for my poetry class this semester. an aubade. any comments?
