Where dew meets leaf
And chill meets bone
Morning is where I call home
Sun brings to touch
The darkened dead
This is where I lay my head
Morning
Where the dreams
Come to lay to rest
The morn
As the sky
Rises with the light
A love you think
So intimate
To paint, and love, and sing to it
A lovely courtship
As it rises high
Too pure a thing to ones own eye
This love would be true
If not for its rage
Upon the ground for all the age
Yet day does not control
The morning in its wake
For away the night does it take
And replaces that which stings
With the wonderful show
That sings like the birds to us below
Oh flight it takes
Journey never done
The battle there is never won
For time is enemy to all
Who wish at break of day
To live forever in morning's cool ray
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