The bags under my eyes show that I care, <br />They're not from sleepless nights but being aware, <br />To see the morning rise oh so fair, <br />I would gladly wake the night for sunshine flare. <br />Its hard not to think when you see beauty in the <br />Kitchen sink, all human pain in the rain and love <br />in a final heartbeat. <br /> <br />Sorrow sounding footsteps clatter in concrete canyons, <br />Beating out the doldrums, echoing bounteous companions. <br />Graceful courteous reader do not be mistaken, <br />I have not departed from where this poem started: <br />For there is beauty in pain which bypasses unthinking brain, <br />I shall explain with this refrain. <br />''beauty and pain are one and the same as <br />each enhances the other, <br />to be only beauty to see only pain <br />would grow monotonous'' <br />I hope great friend you now understand, <br />But do not think too deep for this is sleight of <br />Hand, flight of one a.m. fantasy and that is all. <br />Forever more, <br />Goodnight.<br /><br />Tom Gibo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-morning-hopes/
