Tag Archives: peace in the morning


Eerie music plays on the radio.
It tells me what I cannot know.
All the treasures sold off, nothing to show.

Thinnest cut of the sunrise.
How frayed my kindly ties.
I cannot even dream a surprise.

Unsweet tea, a heart pricked pin
Early, before motors and vocal din.
Tatiana is dark, true light, not blonde Gwen

A morning ritual holds tight to me
A bought miracle can be sold for free.
Beauty and warmth, wither destiny.

I know I am a fool, do it anyway.
The stars blink out as they quietly pray.
The sun is coming, holding time in it’s sway.