Til Morning Comes-Sonnet - Poem by Joseph Anderson
Till darkness lifts amidst the 'morrows rays
I lie abed anidst my reveries;
Recalling many sweeter, bitter days,
that will forever haunt my memories.
I think of those dear friends, long gone above,
my precious wife death claimed so early on.
She was a wondrous gift, my life, my love
who lingers ever with me, though she's gone.
These are my dreams, my joys, my fears and strife
and are the things accosting me at night.
They dwellest still within me, that is life.
It is with pi'ety thes words I write.
These thoughts pursue me through the dark of night.
Let morning come, I long to see new light.
Trying to accept the inevitable
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