Come Morning

I speak to the sun and she whispers she’s tired

So she slips from her lips just a glimmer

Of daylight

Then she goes and the moon calls the stars that he hired

To shine and to try and imitate her beauty through the night

But the imitations cheap and the dark says too much

Just another hour more and the games will be up

The play will lose its players to the light of the morn

The birds will start their chirping as a new day is born

And I pray for some strength and she glides through the sky

What will another night look like when my love says goodbye

Will the morning be so gentle each time she returns

Or will she send a tear of longing through the clouds that she burns

Will I awake to the love of the light on my eyes

Or will the shadows consume me in the night where they hide

Will the meadows be so happy as the time they once new

When I called to my love as she set the flowers in bloom

Or will they weep and moan at the close of the day

Just a bucket of tears for the hours she’s away

Though the night may be long though the dark tries its best

It never can compare to my love as she awakes from her rest.