Full of Grace

As the days all go

morning comes with sweet surprise,pale light of earth reborn,i lay in bed with sad blue eyes,my love, in dream sojourn. the ceiling stares down on me,the floors stiffen for my weight, it seems a mere eternity that i lay and contemplate.

was just a moment of my dream that you were here once more,will you return if i remain in dreams that i adore?

or will you vanish once again as do the days all go,where misty morning blends again with evening’s dark shadow?