Saturday, 22 March 2014

The Beauty Of An Early Morning

Oh, the beauty of a steely grey sky...
Of cold hands too stiff to write,
Of frigid lips too numb to smile

Oh, the beauty of a quiet home...
Of rooms shrouded in semi-darkness,
Of curtains, as yet unparted

Oh, the beauty of imperceptible sounds...
Of lazy moments as they gently unfurl,
Of icy winds as they lightly murmur

Oh the beauty, the heartbreaking beauty of an innocent child...so sweetly unaware of this time of day...
Of her endearing manner while she slumbers away...!

Oh the indescribable, indefinable beauty of an early morning...!