She Was Morn; and I, the Sun

Along came morn’s own day for dreaming

When dawn’s left hand was in the sky.

She walked her path across my breathing;

I heard a whimper in her cry.

 

What course could lead her voice to tremble?

What thought had she to wreck my fun?

To listen seemed a lot of trouble;

But she was morn and I, the sun.

 

Confessions caste upon my shining

Drew nimbus clouds to hide my rays;

Before I dared dismiss her sighing,

She’d turned my sky a dingy grey.

 

She found my heart completely lacking;

I failed to see her die at noon.

I knew as night consumed my thinking

That I’d expire before eve’s moon.

 

When next our eyes again came facing,

I cherished morn for all her worth;

And she, my love, now leaves me longing

As I rise high above the Earth.

 

I’ve learned that time’s a morning fleeting;

Both she and I share one accord.

To kiss the morn’s my dream awaiting;

To cherish her, my best reward.

Reviews

[Morning Song]

Bravo, Sharon. This is truly a winner in every sense of the word. Each word is exquisite, and they combine to create a really awesome poem. And I just LOVE that last stanza. BRAVO!!!

It's not hard to see why this won the contest. I'm clapping and clapping and clapping!!!

Great big hugs and kisses.....
Jeri

[Jason Henry]

in just two lines in i was completely floored! this is time, nature and affection wrapped in the coziest of blankets...an epic piece of writing!

[Helena]

Oh what a wonderfully crafted poem. The flow was fantastic,
imagery superb, as was the sentiments. Truly a delightful
read and great take on the challenge phrase. Thank you
for submitting this to my challenge Sharon.

Helena