Morning

The morning creeps slowly into my room

Stretching it's sunlight arms over my pillows

I watch the ceiling change color and imagine that today I will do something

I think of the world outside and of all that I could accomplish

I even get so far as to pull the covers away from my chin

Feet over the bed, arms over my head

But my body is sore and my heart even more so

As soon as my feet touch the floor I am awake

And thoughts of you invade

So I give up again, at least for today

Maybe I can sleep without dreams for just a bit longer

Maybe tomorrow I'll be ready to feel again.

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[Terpsichore]

Affairs of the heart are the most painful. Hard sometimes to shake off yesterday; but like time itself, we move ever on no matter what. T