Morning light

Night ends with light;

I feel it in my skin.

The doves make me love.

Sky, mist and freight trains

All are there.

To let me know,

I’m middle of time.

And I figure in this grand show.

I’m alive.

And happy to be so.

‘Feel it.’

Capture this moment

And paint it.

If you can place words

In empty song,

Then do it.

As after night,

Things you get

Is light.

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