Morning
Early morning
Still a starry night
Stars still shinning
Ever so bright
On the horizon
Nothing but faded yellow green light
Early mornings
Late goodnights
Songs of worry
Songs of might
Early mornings
Starry lights
Pacing, pacing to a melody
Pacing, pacing to a rhythm that is free
Listening to every step
One step closer to the sound of my soul.
Much worry little sleep
Not enough silence to count sheep
Steps and steps and more steps again
Just to be at square one once again
Rhythms of cities, of busy streets
Only silence in musical sheets
Pacing once more
Steps on every kind of floor
Starry morning
In my sight
Starry morning
Wish it was night.
First-Rose-of-Winter Gouveia
October 10th 2013
Portugal
This poem has a very simple message. :)
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