Morning dear Morning,
When I think of you dear morning,
I think of calm and peace
Of birds singing in the trees
I think of tea and coffee
Of croissant and of egg,
But most of all dear Morning I like to think of bed.
Of rushing off to school,
Of stubbing my toe
Of toothpaste disasters of losing my shoe
You see to me, dear Morning,
You are more than this, you are;
Morning, dear Morning.
But by noon dear Morning,
You are dead. Gone and passed away,
No never to return quite the same
So we set about mourning you dear Morning
Not with black or crepe paper hats,
But with real and secret longing for
Morning dear Morning
By evening tide you are but a wisp
A shadow of a memories sigh
But still we yearn for you dear Morning
With all our yawns and tired eyes.
Still mourning dear Morning
SO when we to bed dear Morning,
Do not think that you are quite forgot,
Oh contraire! In point of fact dear Morning,
We dream of you, we hope for you
And wish to greet you when we wake.
And so all towards you race
Within the boundaries of dreams, till
Morning, dear Morning.
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Originally Posted by Nightshade
but thanks I never showed anyone my poetry before I posted To morning here a while back and I was amazed when people said it was god but I thought right thats a one off so am astounded that this one appears to meet with approval too and absaloutly inspired to keep going 
