Early Morning Thoughts

In the beginning

In the softness of dewed grass

And early morning hours

I lie, awake, contemplating what you may think

Of me

As the sun kisses the horizon

With pale, faded rays

I sigh, alone, whispering in the dark

For you

When the crickets cease to sing

And songbirds fill the air

I am, begun, to forget the undying emptiness

In us

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The original version of "Ache."  Neither satisfied me. Written in summer, 2000.

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fighter4life's picture

Beautiful poem.

Shelby Chiasson's picture

This poem is beautiful. I love how all of your poems reach the souls of the readers. Keep up the awesome work!