In the Mornings

When I awake in the mornings, it’s always dark outside
But there’s a light in my head, my guide, bona fide


When I awake in the mornings, it’s as quiet as it gets
Just an occasional car passing and the symphony of insects 


poemsWhen I awake in the mornings, out of a dream emerged
Teetering on the edge where  reality and visions converge 


When I awake in the mornings, I look at the time
It’s three or four a.m. and all I can think of are rhymes

  

When I awake in the mornings, I’m glad to be alive
Safely across the void again, how many survived?


When I awake in the mornings, and I look out at the night
Everything’s dark blues and greens bathed in orange streetlights


When I awake in the mornings, I wish it would never end 
I love the tranquility as the daylight descends


Rohan Goldsmith© 26/09/15

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