The sunrise will find me
and be surprised when he sees
the look of content already in place,
not sadness or resentment;
a look of peace upon my face
Last night, the moon found me sleeping
and she said she'd be keeping this secret
for i looked so peaceful
she said she'd wait for me till morning
when i would rise stretching and yawning
like a cat sleeping on a window sill
Heard secrets will hold
like my heart that is full,
this i am told as a lone bird begins to warble
He too rose early
refreshed and eager
To look forward to the coming day...
(11-13-10)
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