Morning comes as a heavy cloud
ready to drench my tired bones.
Dusty dreams stacked neatly at
my bedside, pending a sunny day.
Breathe, and soon the dust
disperses to the dawn breeze.
Chilled current brushes skin
anxious for caress.
Breathe, to watch the heavens
open, flooding eyes with life
and giving birth to new found
strength. Saved at last.
Breathe, basking in the company
of weary comrades, too looking
for new sights, eager to embrace
the waking day.
Alas, the second cloud fills
the void, leaving dust to settle
into place, returning dreams to
their proper. Stacked neatly
at my bedside.
2 comments:
i'm enjoying the fact that you are experimenting with alliteration. keep up the good work.
I will shyly admit that it wasn't intentional hehe. But I'll definitely put extra thought into it. Thanks for the comment. :-)
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