i woke up this mourning.
this mourning, i woke up.
i rubbed my blurry eyes,
sat up and grabbed my glasses.
the sun passed through the opening
of my window shade,
reflected off a mirror
and gently kissed my face.
a time before would have been given,
gone before a thought was risen
aloft along the rest of them
so keen to just run down the stairs.
i stared.
i paused just brief so the light would gleam
changing waves of complacent seems
giving birth like mourning dew.
shining on through and through.
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