Early morning sunrise that is seen,
golden hued reddish orange sky,
it always reminds of places I have been,
yet I never know why.
Maybe it was the time of long since past,
when love had played through the night,
knowing no hours nor minutes,
all time had lost to love’s powerful might,
yet with those memories comes a fright,
for the love is no longer here,
yet a part of it remains.
Joyful and tearful,
moments of pleasure,
ecstasy of pain,
a cold morning in the rain,
all was for the combining,
of two souls born into a new.
It did not last,
for one grew apart,
while the other held fast,
to fleeting, fleeing emotions,
that no longer held any love,
now only existing in the past.
The end was heart breaking,
and it was quite soul shaking,
but in the end it was character making,
that made the person who lived this day,
the day’s morning rose anew,
bringing a dawn and a chance,
to shine through.
