Friday, May 14, 2010

in the morning

awake with sandy eyes and a weighted heart
everything is just a bit better with the sun's rising

the misery of midnight and the shadows of darkened loneliness
are carefully illuminated in a soft dewy fog as another day begins

because without sadness there would not be joy
without pain there would not be passion

and surviving the night
means feeling alive again in the morning's light

1 comment:

  1. Question For all you readers our there... Why is this poem so big in Russia and the Ukraine? Anybody have an idea? Thanks!