Morning


Morning comes and goes
Sunlight fighting through
Amid a hundred shades in the sky
Is a glaring sun ablaze
The colours of sunset change each day
Silences within walls remaining the same
Sometimes the sky is open, a desolate blue
Today it is curddled pink with clouds
Pink, fiery orange, magical purple carpets
I watch it from inside my room
Everyday the morning comes,
It passes amid shouts and bustle and wit
And when night chases it away
All that is left is silence, safety and grief
Sometimes joined by silver light
and regions black

I watch in calm
The moon ascend
The darkness inside escaping for a while
To commune amid the sky blanketed black

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