In the Light of Morn

Dawn

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In the Light of Morn
 
Sitting near the window in the light of morn
Pondering why you love me so…
With all the brilliance of my peculiarities
Cheerfully exposing their nakedness
In the light of dawn
 
Perhaps you love me because I’m un-normal
Or strangely unusual from all of whom
You have known before me…
If not that, then what?
What could there be about me
That so intrigues you
That you’ve chosen to stand by me
Through some of the most
Uncommon abnormalities from the norm
 
As the shadows from morning’s light
Are consumed within me,
I attempt to delve into your being…
Audaciously unafraid of finding
Some misguided reasoning for your
Intense adoration for this human being
Possessing such inscrutable aberrations
 
Sitting near the window in the light of morn
Pondering why you love me so…
My scruffiness sometimes offering resemblance
To the vibrissae of the Walrus,
My movements replicating
Those of the three-toed sloth
 
Perhaps you love me because
Of my untimely, unsolicited, unwelcomed
Witticism that I so readily have to offer
While those around us wrap themselves in sorrow…
If not that, then what?
What could there possibly be
That has continued to fascinate you
For so many years,
Holding me in your arms so tightly
That I can feel your heart beating against my own…
While I stand naked before you
Weakened beyond repair by life’s inconsistencies…
Unsure of a tomorrow…..
 
Sitting near the window in the light of morn
Pondering why you love me so…
Spending so much of my day
Staring into the screen of my laptop
Attempting to chase away the unwelcome sleep
That forces its way into my being…
Hoping to find the perfect words to fall onto the page
To offer you… and maybe by chance, some other human being
The hope of love and laughter
 
Sitting near the window in the light of morn…
Pondering why you love me so…
As so often occurs, especially of late,
An epiphany crawled out from under the table
And slapped me in the side of the head…
I must know why you love me so…..
Only one answer prevails itself unto me…
It could only be the poetry that I so willingly offer you
Perhaps not the rhyme…
Nor even the words…
But the poetry of you and me…..
 
Your head upon the pillow,
As the shadows touch your face
Jealous of their softened touch
I long to take their place
 
The face I see enlightens me
My spirit is reborn
Sitting near the window
In the sweetened light of morn

Copyright © 2014 Steven Michael Sanders

Enjoy a cup of coffee with your poetry….
Sitting near the window
In the light of morn……

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