The early morning light always looks so different to me.
\nIt’s angles and tones are softer,
\nAnd the shadows slowly creep away,
\nHiding in their corners and thickening.<\/p>\n
The early morning light always looks so different to me.
\nThe night is usually my domain.
\nWith its cool air and calmness,
\nI feel my mind open,
\nAnd the words and ideas locked inside me find their way to sweet expression.
\nThe light I have comes dimly down,
\nOr sits stark and unnatural.<\/p>\n
The early morning light always looks so different to me.
\nOther than the quiet padding of my feet on tile,
\nAnd the waking tweets and twaddles of the birds,
\nIt’s quiet, but not lonely.
\nThe air fills with possibility for the day,
\nOpportunities for growth and discovery by the light of day.<\/p>\n
The early morning light always look so different to me.
\nSeeing a new day begin,
\nAnd the Earth renew itself,
\nGives me a new hope for the future.
\nThat maybe one day,
\nThe fog within my own mind will clear,
\nAnd the new day will come shining with a crisp new light.
\nI will stand there that day,
\nIn wrinkled pajamas and with hair in my face, stomach growling,
\nAnd watch as the new day begins sharp and clean,
\nAnd the shadows slowly creep away.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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