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My Love Of The Morning.
Every night, the vortex of depression,
clouds my memories with dust and blood.
My painful present and the unhealed past,
taunts my inability to cope up.
Shut eyes fall like curtains descending
upon the dreadful drama I play.
Days and nights pass like a wild stream,
yet it feels like stagnant waters.
Before the rays of light race each other
in hopes to caress the surface of Gaia.
My soul rests within me, woken by the melody,
a sweet symphony, the ultimate rhythm.
It drains my heart of that malady,
which can not be healed by pills or by verses.
Truly, in such vernacular, a spectacular
surge of dopamine, no poet or singer could implant.
All the trouble in the world ceases to be,
even Hitler will remorse at this opera of nature.
Who am I to disagree?
The darkness sneaks up, only to be suppressed.
Out of the window, I look and hope to catch one glance,
of the beauty that sings, yet to no avail.
One day, I caught her in the act, she flapped away in hues of the sky,
a delicate flying singer, coated in satin glossy royal blue.
But some things are not to be seen,
Orpheus's curse, weeks passed, I didn't see her again.
Everyday my eyes searched and I knew I lost the symphony of heaven,
I stopped searching and I understood good things are better off hidden.
The next day, my ears woke to that wild whistle sizzling like a mild drizzle, I knew she was back, I kept my ears on the side of my window.
I was so lost, I knew that never again will I look for the source,
But only be grateful for what I was granted.
I feel it's a nice diversion, even if only for a few,
those moments, my Soothsayer makes me feel alive.
Even if my nights will again rain on me hatred,
I shall feel blessed in the finger of morning,
A moment of peace sent by God
_________________________________________
To some who do not know me, I like in the Hills, so I can usually see a lot of wild animals. I have written about one such friend, who sings everyday and flaps away before I can even thank.
She will never see this but this is my dedication to my love of my morning.
A Whistling Thrush! 🐦
© Josh D
#poetry #nature #poem #darktruth #lifestyle #birds #NatureLover
clouds my memories with dust and blood.
My painful present and the unhealed past,
taunts my inability to cope up.
Shut eyes fall like curtains descending
upon the dreadful drama I play.
Days and nights pass like a wild stream,
yet it feels like stagnant waters.
Before the rays of light race each other
in hopes to caress the surface of Gaia.
My soul rests within me, woken by the melody,
a sweet symphony, the ultimate rhythm.
It drains my heart of that malady,
which can not be healed by pills or by verses.
Truly, in such vernacular, a spectacular
surge of dopamine, no poet or singer could implant.
All the trouble in the world ceases to be,
even Hitler will remorse at this opera of nature.
Who am I to disagree?
The darkness sneaks up, only to be suppressed.
Out of the window, I look and hope to catch one glance,
of the beauty that sings, yet to no avail.
One day, I caught her in the act, she flapped away in hues of the sky,
a delicate flying singer, coated in satin glossy royal blue.
But some things are not to be seen,
Orpheus's curse, weeks passed, I didn't see her again.
Everyday my eyes searched and I knew I lost the symphony of heaven,
I stopped searching and I understood good things are better off hidden.
The next day, my ears woke to that wild whistle sizzling like a mild drizzle, I knew she was back, I kept my ears on the side of my window.
I was so lost, I knew that never again will I look for the source,
But only be grateful for what I was granted.
I feel it's a nice diversion, even if only for a few,
those moments, my Soothsayer makes me feel alive.
Even if my nights will again rain on me hatred,
I shall feel blessed in the finger of morning,
A moment of peace sent by God
_________________________________________
To some who do not know me, I like in the Hills, so I can usually see a lot of wild animals. I have written about one such friend, who sings everyday and flaps away before I can even thank.
She will never see this but this is my dedication to my love of my morning.
A Whistling Thrush! 🐦
© Josh D
#poetry #nature #poem #darktruth #lifestyle #birds #NatureLover
