When The Morning Comes

Written on January 18, 2025

When the morning comes
With her long red tendrils
And her bright shining eyes
And her tender dew

When the morning comes
With her whispers of today
And her fragrance of possibility
And her beams of destiny

When the morning comes
I won’t miss her
I’ll hold her in my arms
And be held in her gaze

When the morning comes
I’ll do what I must
To feel every moment
And bring her beauty to everyone I meet