In the mornings, whence I wake
At first I see the moon
And then I see the smiling sun
Who brightens up my room
When, next, I feel the kiss of air
Upon my tender skin
And morning breaks above the dawn
Which makes the day begin
The forceful call of wakened "us"
Accosts the wakened lands
And logic clouds the truthful minds
That still where thinker stands
And all the day is spent like this
Inside a little box
Where creative minds are long forgot
And kindness often lost
And then the day will end the same
With puppets safe at home
Whilst they hide behind a name
And reckless wander roam
And then, once they have had their fun
The restless puppets lay
Upon their beds to sleep until
There comes another day
YOU ARE READING
All the little lights
PoetryMy challenge to you is to read my poems and find your own meanings Votes and comments are very much appreciated:)
