Be my morning

Be my morning,
Let me wake up in you,
Be my link between temporary death and temporary life,
Let me see you rise as I rise in you,
Be my 5:26 sun in that early August,
Let me see you but not feel you until that 7:46 hits,
Be my only cool air on my 16 hour day,
Let me savor the flavor of your air on my tongue,
Be my morning

It seems the best moments are the waking ones
So
Be my best waking moments
And
Help me develop as you
Envelop the bulk of what stands as the catalyst to
What could be good
But isn't yet
Baby,
Be my morning

There’s only one time my brightest star rises
And
That’s how it’ll stay
Until
I can’t see it rise
Because
I don’t know anything else
And
I don’t want to know anything else
Because
That’s what keeps me
Bounded by reality
After
I was unable to see it for
Too long.
Be my morning

I hear that some air is fresh
And that it’s best to breathe it
But that air isn't always there during the times that I seek it
So
It has to be with you,
My rise-in-the,
My I-look-forward-to-the,
My hope-to-wake-up-in-the,
My I-need-to-be-up-in-the,
My can’t-wait-to-wake-up-to-you-in-the,
Morning.

Baby,
Please be
My morning.





(Poems for 72 Days, Day 8 - Guest post - written by G. Thompson)

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