Good Morning Good Night

Anthony Hanible

Sun climbs

Soft bright

Daylight  

Cuts the dark

I wake

I breathe

I spark  

The moving hours

Clouds drift

Minds lift

Time shifts  

Under sight

I walk

I watch

I hold  

The turning light

Moon rises

Star prizes

Dark disguises  

Every thought

I drift

I dive

I catch  

The quiet caught

Good morning

New fire  

Good night

Old choir

Both ends  

Of the wire  

Sing through  

My life’s  

Entire  

Flight

  • Author: Anthony Hanible (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 2nd, 2026 02:35
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  • sorenbarrett

    This poem has a floating feel that soars and drifts through the ears. Nicely done



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