Friday, September 26, 2014

6:45 AM - 9/26/14

The Sun approaches,
Rising with each passing minute.
Dew accumulates on still grass;
Quietude blankets all.
I sit here with time on my hands,
Words on my heart,
And you on my mind...
A story I've told a thousand times.
Never close enough to acquire,
Never too far away to desire,
Yet always more than wonderful enough to be admired.
The tale can be hopeful,
Filled with optimism and such;
Or it can be morose and melancholy,
When my feelings become too much.
Either way it goes,
Before Ra ascends to morning glory,
"The Ongoing Saga of Missing You"
Is my bedtime story.
Funny thing is,
The story has yet to end.
Maybe one day you'll piece my heart back together,
Or Father Time will be pressed into slowly making it mend.
As for now,
My thoughts have worn me out and tucked me in.
Good night, and good morning.

-A. Lewis