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In The Morning
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In The Morning |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
In The Morning By: Noah Eaton 4/7/01 I awaken from my dreams, like a sad boy whose puppy ran away from home Trying to conjugate the Earth with me, make a harmonic melody I am lost in a wanderlust of desire, I don’t know where I can roam I have faith in the long run, but I need someone to guide me I feel empty, I feel like I am all alone It’s as if I’m a ghost and no one can see me Deep inside I feel diagnosed by frostbite, my heart feels so cold Feeling I’m trapped behind a mirror askance from both fantasy and reality How I long endlessly for the rain to fall in my desert How I ever wait to see the seagulls circle in the sky To see the shore of happiness and crawl out of my sea of sadness, heal from hurt How I ever wait to feel and endless smile, rather than an endless cry Is anybody waiting out there for me? Why can’t I hold a smile, why can’t I find others who look up to me? Is anybody waiting out there for me? I feel like I have no one, I’ve lost my place in the sunshine, it’s from my reach In my dreams, I hear happy rumors, I hope they are real I’m left empty-handed, and I make an effort to pull through Dear God, can I ask you just one question, down before you I kneel “Am I trying too hard, and if I am, what should I do?” My mom and dad tell me that I have all the love to succeed They say I have everything others want, everything others need I share all my love and spirit I have, but I can’t help but cry But I haven’t gotten anything back, and I don’t know why In the morning, I will pray For someone to come my way and reveal a sunny day In the morning, I cry Wishing for light to come and fill my empty heart |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoy the read  |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Noah, This brought to mind the following: The Outer Bank I do not mind this narrow shelf Between the shore and open sea. Nor do I find your placing me Upon your outer bank of self, Where fog lifts slowly, A cold rebuff to intimacy. Alone I've seen your summer shift, The sheer and fetching drift of mood, The fullness of your solitude. RMW "...is anyone waiting out there for (you)?..." Of course. But while you are waiting, take care not to miss the beauty of solitude. Thanks for sharing. Bob |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Bob gave you good advice, dear boy. Sometimes we just need to wait for God's timetable. My best to you. Joyce |
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