Early morning sun streams through windowpane <br />And washes me awake with Devonish air <br />Breezing clean and lucid. I think again <br />Of you, wishing you with me, not there <br />Over so far and dark a distanced ocean, <br />Then instead of sparkling fresh, the morning <br />Sinks into a sigh and weeps. Emotion <br />Takes reins, and I now, without warning <br />Feel missed moments slide like raindrops slowly <br />Down my cheeks as the light and I weep, alone.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/light-can-weep/
