***for my daughter, my brightest morning***
the morning plays its song like a siren
and it shatters the silence of the night
shed your blanket of darkness and listen
so little it asks for the touch of light
it dares you to throw away all your fears
open your eyes and then be on your way
without apprehensions, dry all your tears
its not much to pay for a bright new day
awake from the nightmares that plague your sleep,
made your eyes blind to the glorious morning
hope is not found on a slumber so deep;
so cheap a price for a new beginning
though your soul be aching, your heart be torn,
heal them with the gift of a sunny morn
I am a Poet
9 years ago
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