“Morning Will Come”

December 11, 2013

The nightly shadows begin their dance up and across my walls,

Being tossed about to the howling of the winter winds where window light ebbs.

Drops of rain begin to fall with shallow breaths against foggy panes.

There are footsteps by the door, never mind the puddles, water will dry,

The air is stirred up, fresh for the storm,

Will it wash away the world?

Will they leave us here, untouched?

Night falls, shadows erupt across the room.

Looking up through lightless windows,

We see stars burst forth filling the night’s sky

A symphony of eternity, ripe on the stage of our galaxy, only for us, time unstuck

But night’s darkness cannot forever hold a grip, no matter how we beg,

Morning will come,

Oh if only my night in your arms might become eternal

The only sound remaining; shallow breaths, in entangled arms,

Beneath never-ending stars.