Morning
The darkness of the night brings with it a cold quietness and masks the day.
Shapes, sounds take on different meanings, different textures.
They are now strangers that we fear.
Our vision becomes more focused as
The silence eerily deafens us
The shadows stealthily accompany us through the uncertain path.
Each step measured,
Unsure if it will strike solid ground.
Traveling without direction.
Moving but yet remaining.
The thick darkness seems inescapable.
It chokes with every breath.
Despite the fear, darkness will give way to morning.
And the darkness will be swept to yesterday.
The morning may not be filled with the brilliance of the sun, or eternity of hope,
It may bring clouds of doubt
But nevertheless, brings forth a new, frail beginning,
Defined by the richness of our dreams,
Hopes, faith, expectations.
True reflections of our inner self.
Do not fear the darkness for it is part of the journey.
And throughout this journey, my love will accompany you,
And be with you when you awaken to the rays of light dancing upon your face
As they celebrate they birth of today and end of yesterday.
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