Morning Night Poem by Sandra Osborne

The morning night,
A red horizon
Past the prime,
Into the dark.

Always toward
A fiery breaking,
Back into
My longing heart.

Across the land,
Across the oceans,
Across the flat,
Green mountains, sea.

All flying past,
These words of longing,
Intertwined
With dreams to be.

Breaking between
Two hearts, just hours,
As fleeting as
A sunrise beam.

Or looking at
A full moon rising,
Fleeting as
The morning steam.

So wait for me,
Down past the morning,
I'll see you when,
You see the night.

I'll wait for you,
Down past the darkness,
And greet you with,
The morning light.