Dawn Breaks
• 03/08/23 at 06:32AM •Dawn breaks,
like shattered glass,
light and shadows,
spark the sky,
as I look
for you,
knowing not, why.
Retired for many years and now re-discovering some writings, from long ago, along with new endeavor to help save my soul.
Dawn breaks,
like shattered glass,
light and shadows,
spark the sky,
as I look
for you,
knowing not, why.
I wish to see
you smile again,
bringing the sunshine,
skipping the rain.
A beautiful morning
of a wonderful day.
Great to see you
hearing, "Happy Tuesday".
Words, pour forth,
from out my brain.
Describing it,
as a runaway train.
No reason to,
no rhyme to make,
words flow freely,
mine to take.
Put the words,
into a sack,
return to the sender,
no postage back.
Crazy words, echo,
I cannot see,
I don't know,
if they're from me.
Find the day.
Take it back.
Select another,
a different tack.
What light pokes,
through the morning haze?
A greyish sheet,
with a tear, streaking,
across the broad expanse.
A light, a brilliant source,
to bring forth, joy,
lessening remorse.
the greyness,
will still cling,
to all we see,
amongst the living.
You speak of senseless things.
What fare have they wrought,
spewing words, without facts,
what battles, yet to be fought.
When did this change occur?
Why is lying the norm?
Where is the Golden Rule,
is there an impending storm?
Morality is degraded, now,
this needs to change.
The current question is,
how can we rearrange?
It was good,
to see you today,
in spite of being
30 feet away.
No matter the reason,
I can't explain why,
a familiar face
which catches my eye.
You stopped by later,
saying "Good morning, hello,"
a delightful surprise,
for this old fellow.
Spawn of Satan,
you have cast our spell,
upon a loved one,
doing it quite well.
I sat by my wife,
she wants me to stay
with her,
every second, every day.
Time, slowly passes,
the swearing begins,
"I hate you, you SOB,
never want to see you again."
How does a beautiful person,
change so quickly, this way?
Such hateful emotions,
I should just go away.
Cumulus clouds,
extend to the land,
bringing darkness.
It's raining again.
A little sunshine,
to warm the air,
would be a change,
to the grey winter fare.
Stay,
tell the story,
of this odd array,
the lies of glory
A lifetime ago,
would you stay
and love me
or answer, Nay?
If you've found another
and go away.
Please don't leave.
I beg you to stay.
Long ago,
far in our past,
the plains, were
covered with
Seas of grass.
Blowing winds,
helped move the seeds,
choosing land, barren,
well in need of ground cover.
From little seeds,
the grasses awoke,
spreading roots,
to nourish
the land,
"America the Beautiful."
I love you so.
Yes, you and you.
I know not your name
or what you do.
Understand, please,
at this advancing age,
wanting grandchildren,
to turn the page.
No more the offspring,
to adore and nourish,
growing with a love,
we can cherish.