GrayBunnyGirl

When the morning crests the surface, Touching down with a gentle yawn, The air is warm with soft caresses; Night raises its curtain for the dawn.A rushing wave that passes over, Filling my head with goldenrod light; A hushed stretch and unfurl of sails, Unfolding clouds to embrace the sky;Restless shadows, too eager by far, Scatter and scamper in the wake Of daybreak’s reprimanding touch, In the haven of her sunny rays.Those remnants of a night too long, Spent dreaming of troubled thoughts; Those leftover tears or aching hearts That were never swept away or caught,And the memory n’er turned fantasy That haunts every dream and sleep, They a...