Sunday Morn

 

 

Awake at dawn no mourning
just a thought in bed
I failed the way of memory
and lost the wisdom test. 

It was too much to think about
every touch and vibe
all the sweetest moments
out here don't survive. 

At least for me dear memories
can be a viper's nest
where are all the babes
who tried to fly

are left to try again.

There is a place for moments
this one I can describe
waiting for two horses
and one of them I ride.   

Such a hush among the clouds
when we arrive some day
there the giant castles
then all the memories play.

Perhaps a celebration
forgiveness is the King
way ahead and up the steps
chorus might even sing.