The song rings out once again inspiring my soul to sing <br />Not a song of pain and glory, but a sweet symphony <br />The hard downpour will nurture and reap bright flowers <br />Strands of web the wind will break before life sours <br />The past dirt flowing into the resurrected river <br />Dire thoughts lowing from my heart sifted through my liver <br />Cloud like curtains rolled back into the breadth of the sky <br />Wings remounted on my soul once again permitted to fly <br />Emotions pure and the will to create inspired and reborn <br />Eyes opened complete soul anxious for the dawning of morn <br />So many questions come to mind but trying not to mettle <br />So many thoughts that ring but my heart can’t be settled <br />Can her voice ignite the fuse in my soul? <br />Would her touch make my will loose control? <br />Where is the epicenter that has shaped my life? <br />What is the yearning to change her from woman to wife? <br />Who does her songs go to on a cold winter’s eve <br />When will the red lights be lit for those never to leave? <br />Could her eyes heal all the aching in my mind? <br />Should my heart become drunk from the life’s sweet wine? <br />How has her essence touched the very shores of me? <br />And her smile the only source of light that I can see<br /><br />Arthor Journer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dawning-of-morn/
