Morning Sky Poem by Don Baglione

I walked into your morning sky
Carrying my hopes and dreams high
Among your twilit clouds; all while
Your arid chill calmed my weak and agile -
A strength your quiet lulls belied.

Awakening from vivid dreams, I
Am awash with memories gone by
And the squandered future I restyled.
Your morning sky!

I walked into your morning sky.
Birds, slowly awaken and turn to fly
From a mild sun, illuming miles
Of blue canvass tile
To peck out the final, faint stars.
Your morning sky!