CRY OF LIFE The morning arrived so quietly the moon bidding sweet adieu a wanton goodbye a reflection of light and love as only a lovers kiss would do underneath the cover of a rolling fog you couldn’t see the wires where the stars all hung there was little dialogue only a bow of allegiance between the moon , the mist and the morning sun The winter morning disguised in a warmth as birds all flew as if they knew to look into the eye of the storm if the day could only remember its place in time we could be as one somewhere a baby is being born a beautiful cry of life is being sung his dreams are the shadows that will fall in between the moon , the mist , and the morning sun The ashes of things we once said will never hold up in this foreboding wind time will never stop dead in its tracks even if it knows that we have sinned the earth has made a pact with the heavens when all is said and done we don’t look back won’t look down we’ll all fall with grace in between the moon the mist and the morning sun Forever is chipped away slowly deliberately by broken dreams and lies past , present and future are as one yet there are no threads showing no ties somewhere an old soul is praying as they are passing as Angels show them photographs of when they were young their memories are the shadows that will fall a beautiful cry of life is being sung in between the moon , the mist , and the morning sun © Glenn Bowie 2012
Posted on: Fri, 04 Jul 2014 22:00:53 +0000
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