In Morning’s Yawn

In Morning's Yawn

In Morning’s Yawn

He could not see the light beyond the moment
He could not feel the braille beneath his touch
The light down in the tunnel growing dim like twilight’s close
And fever from the rain was far too much
 
He reached for silver strings only finding tattered thread
Braided in a desperate search for truth
Standing in the vortex of a devastating storm
Raging through the shadows of his youth

He could not find his way beyond the moonlight
He could not blend the palette yon the dawn
But the moonlight always shined upon the hunger of the wolves
While his palette left its hues in morning’s yawn

Michael33

My deepest gratitude to all of those who have
honored themselves serving their country…
with special respect for those who have
left their hues “In Morning’s Yawn”…
Sadly… humans have not learned…
This is not the way to put an end to war.

Universal Soldier

 

 

3 thoughts on “In Morning’s Yawn

    • Thank you so much for your inspiring words Mr. Lonely. One doesn’t get many “bravo’s” in their lifetime and yours has definitely brightened my day. I have wandered your site again this morning and have thoroughly enjoyed your words, your inspiration, your beautifully written stories of the realities of life. Thank you for sharing them with us.
      A most beautiful day to you…

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