Murray, UT, USA
Author's Note: This is one of my sadder poems - but it's also one of my wife's favorites.
There's cruelty in the morning sun;
It mocks me with its light -
This great, infernal demon,
Disguised in robes of white.
There was a time it warmed my heart,
And made my spirit whole.
But, now, it only seems to cast
Long shadows o'er my soul.
There's danger in the robin's song,
That dares my dreams to rise -
As if a mortal man like me
Could ever touch the sky!
There was a time it gave me peace,
And made my spirit soar.
Then, down I fell, with broken wings -
Now I shall fly, no more.
There's sorrow in the morning dew,
That glistens on the grass -
Reflecting golden sunlight,
Like a fairy's looking glass.
There was a time it brought me joy,
And made my spirit laugh.
But, now, it's only Heaven's tears,
Shed in my behalf.
-Troy J. Hoecherl-
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