Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Her Thoughts In The Morning

The morning doves are cooing
Singing love songs in the trees.
The sun is slowly waking,
Bringing the earth forth, from its knees.

The pain, the sorrow, it isn’t here
It’s somewhere far away.
There is peace in nature, birds, but no deer.
She watches and wonders what to say.

Many things happen in this life that we live,
Unthinkable joy and terrible sorrow
Are what await those that are willing to give
Their heart for keeps or even to borrow.

He is the noble one , who, when burned and hurt
Dusts himself off and gives once more
A rose springs forth from the ashes and dirt,
The fire has strengthened it’s very core.

Perhaps knowledge could ease his pain,
It might help him to know the truth,
He did not love in vain,
And this she could say forsooth.

He is wise and stronger than he thinks,
For he knows that the love was true,
Even though now to despair he sinks,
Because his heart is broken through and through.

Their time may have past,
There is no hope for them now.
Though they will be friends to the last,
To their Maker they must bow.

The morning has come, they parted long ago.
Here she sits and thinks of those things he ought to know.


Blogger Ibid said...

Who wrote that? I liked it.

6:17 AM  
Blogger White Phantom said...

I did.

6:41 AM  
Blogger Ibid said...

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8:46 AM  
Blogger Ibid said...

Its really good. You really should start writing more. It really does help with anything.

8:49 AM  
Blogger quia said...

That's very nice WP.

3:26 PM  
Blogger White Phantom said...

I used to write a lot. But I stopped when I got to CC, because I thought everyone was better than me.

10:18 PM  
Blogger Ibid said...

Never stop just because everyone seems better. If that happened, nobody would do anything anymore. Everyone would just give up.

7:01 AM  
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