Friday, November 4, 2011

this morning

Couldn't find a reason to spring out of bed this morning,
couldn't hear the chirping of birds calling out another new dawn;
couldn't see through the window blinds, the nubile rays of the morning sun shine,
couldn't feel the sleep drugged mind, letting out its playful sigh at my soul's smile;

Woke up to find the winter closing all around, the morning chill in the air, much like the one within.

Funny

I come back here once in a while, just to see what I wrote many lifetimes ago. This time, it made me realize how much of my writing ability ...