Through a glowing curtain, darkness flees my face
The morning sings it's melody through strings that softly wave
To the approaching sign that day's arrived and gave to life a grace
I beckon it with music for the gifts from it I take
Upon the wheel of hours steps the stride of life's relay
I stay in beat with it until the light til which the others lay
Leave a tint of yellow-gold on all that has been gray
And shine upon the dreams that bless my rest throughout the day
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Author:
b-LAH-que (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this about staying up and playing my acoustic guitar while watching the sunrise.
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Comments1
Nicely written. ❤ 💗 💕 😊
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