supplication
morning came
on gentle wings
with blushing clouds
just peeking out
beyond the rim of night
morning came
and called me forth
from torpor's dreams
to come on timid feet
from mourning's slumber
this whisper hinting faith,
is it illusion,
a disillusionment;
or allusion,
a dis-illusion meant
to call me on to hope
and so I grope
through mist and cold
with unprotected feet
toward the spectered light
to look there
beyond this
mourning
on gentle wings
with blushing clouds
just peeking out
beyond the rim of night
morning came
and called me forth
from torpor's dreams
to come on timid feet
from mourning's slumber
this whisper hinting faith,
is it illusion,
a disillusionment;
or allusion,
a dis-illusion meant
to call me on to hope
and so I grope
through mist and cold
with unprotected feet
toward the spectered light
to look there
beyond this
mourning
mmmm... i like this, barbara.
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