Bryn Morgan


The Hour Is Late - Poem by Bryn Morgan

Light breaks its back onto the eternal night.
This night with its strange currents,
Its little tricks and shaded faces.
I let myself to the oh wondering dark
for I know that light is coming.
My cawing heart has found his place,
Amongst the endless space,
Populated with those that are
And will forever be forgotten.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 8, 2014


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