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Early Morn

In the still of the morning
Blue-white light filters in through the blinds
While the world around me says good morning
I've yet to say goodnight

Is it will wishings or commands
That these mornings and nights be well
For I've yet to share the in the giving
Of well wishings on these spells

The birds are calling and hunting
For this mornings early worm
But alas I am a firefly
To old to really burn

The sun has risen somewhere,
The yellow yet to reach me
If I close my eyes, and play pretend
I don't have to wake up again

White ice falls in heavy motions
Watching it makes me weak
I give to the childish notions
That snow is marvelous and meek

I'm tired of feeling lonely
While the hearts around me thrive
I've lost every single notion
Of ever being alive

The day-glow begins to soften
Like the bulb of the kitchen light
Casting the world through a filter
That everything looks alright

Blue makes things much sharper
White makes rooms for mistakes
But what that drowsy yellow glow doesn't show
Is the dark bags I get from life

I feel like a battery
with one less working cell
Just floating in the ocean
Coasting on another swell

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