The celestial postman.

A Poem by whitbypoet

Sometimes a dawn is eager to commence the coming time
it tends to trip over the morning as it composes it’s rhyme,
althought it’s merely over eagerness, it keeps the sun at bay
another pause upon it’s climb, another hesitating day,
where echoes hav’nt came back, where reflections hav’nt shown
just an empty pitter patter sky of clouds drifting alone,
with their faces drooped in shadow, yet behind them dipped in gold
for the sun has started painting, as the dawn shakes off it’s cold.

Sometimes the sea gives up it’s whispers to a somnolescent shore
like a silk celestial postman posting dreams through heaven’s door,
and if you go walking quietly within your waking sleep
then you may discover whispers that you really want to keep,
dawn’s diamond rains may still remain, to soak into your heart
yet the postman keeps the letters with your dreams and fears apart,
while sorting truths from tethered lies is all you really need to do
for some words fade encased in shade, yet others stay your whole life through.

Sometimes, sometimes is not enough, especially in always hearts
and they complain, although the rain makes flowers bloom, and then departs,
for hearts need flowers all year round, and not just at brief times of day
they need to drift on fragrant winds,the kind that make them dance and Pray,
yet even when the road is long, and sleep lies heavy on their eyes
they seek the solace of a dream that wraps them in such soft surprise,
and all in all each day strolls through within each azure tinted eye,
until the pen runs out of ink, no need to write a last goodbye...