Morning Light
Yesterday now only a day within my past Put to rest within night time shadows
The web of the Dream Catcher cleared As the first morning light softly reaches For the coming of a new day
Reflections born of mirrored glass Seek to extinguish these moments of quiet solitude Leaving the whisperings harder to hear and place
Birds sing sweetly Upon the morning breeze A gentle reminder Of chapters now closed to me
Left to memory Within a book yet to be finished Upon the road that lies waiting
As surely as tomorrow gives way to yesterday There will once again come the promise Of morning light
Sometimes hard to find Sometimes hard to face once found
The light within constant search To overshadow the darkness That will surely come again
Original by Lesa Gay Aka Aspiring Angel
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