My Morning Light
Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 8:11 pm
Each morning she strolls down to the harbour
Gathering fresh fruit, bread and longing glances
Her clothes unnoticed as she passes me by
with jet black, long black, hair, catching the impossibility
of my fingertips
Her brow smoothed beneath untroubled skies
As this time of day runs furiously fast
Leaving me with a hollow hope
That shall never be filled
Gathering fresh fruit, bread and longing glances
Her clothes unnoticed as she passes me by
with jet black, long black, hair, catching the impossibility
of my fingertips
Her brow smoothed beneath untroubled skies
As this time of day runs furiously fast
Leaving me with a hollow hope
That shall never be filled