Morning I/Morning Star Of The Sea Poem by Jason PraTT

The morning beyond the wears of a whispering moon
Through the cold and vacant darkness into fragile light
Another promising dawn breaks over the sky of yesterday
The shadows are sharing secrets with the sun to reunite

I was alive all night with words and whispers and eyes
And thus the night visited me with warm wind blows
For an instant, the crest that covered my scattered replies
I think of the things that no one else would care to know

On the crest of the morning that I, cradled with a careful hush
The old familiar wound around my soul, followed by the pain
Dark in the veil that murmurs along the walls of my thoughts
Frozen by the stars that are obscure in the reason as I explain

A secondary path of a slow winding road, with thousands of coils
Awake in the autumn of long and drowsy hours of the afternoon
Thus the one enchanted star of evening that bleeds with horizon oils
All but a dream within apparition, I truly hope to awaken very soon