Break of Day

The seminal hours,

morning light,

a mournful light,

as the Sun rises,

levitates into view,

I renew,

reconstitute,

a man doesn’t have to have a plan,

the day will simply unfold,

allow himself to unfurl,

myself,

to melody music makes,

a foundation in…

peace and love?

a hundred regrets,

splayed over the cosmos,

spread through my memory’s range,

like a drop of water,

dividing into torrential rain,

dams overflowing,

mind above matter,

while dawn becomes past,

a cool breeze sets in,

to break the day.

 

 

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