I try,
But I keep forgetting,
The morning dream
That disappeared
When I opened my eyes.
Leaving me in a daze,
Inside the haze,
Of colors and sounds
That drown, my insides
With something
No word can describe,
My memory, fragmented
In pieces…
Hide
from my conscious mind
As I try to remember…
But I keep forgetting.
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Napowrimo Day 5, Happy Friday Everyone!
You slip away
like a morning dream,
fading, in the bliss of sunshine,
in the forgotten meadows of fall.
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All the perhaps and maybes
linger in the distant land of tomorrow,
where one day,
on a sunlit morning,
we will let them go.
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You flew
without sound
with the wisp of the cloud
in the crisp morning air
against the blue skies
forgetting all the whys
of yesterday.
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You stood
on the green meadows
in the quiet hush
of the morning skies
basking in the dreams
of enchanting summer
chasing butterflies
and the mystic wisps of clouds
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You stood
on the green meadows
in the quiet hush
of the morning skies
basking in the dreams
of enchanting summer
chasing butterflies
and the golden wisps of clouds
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Let me find hope…
In the gentlest of whispers,
which stops the loudest of screams,
in the deepest of love,
where my heart can lean,
and find its way back from the darkest nights,
as I lay my mind, on the first morning light…
let me find hope
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And they fell
gently like the leaves
words of September
scattered in the breeze
of the crisp fall sky.
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If I could
I would catch that first breath of morning
from the low hanging moon
and scatter it it back to the skies
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Sunshine falls,
on my eyes,
through the partly open blinds,
I smile,
I wish,
it would last a while,
as I catch my morning dreams.
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