the morning came too soon
for me today.
the twilight peeked
its head above slumbering clouds,
which were somberly
cursing the sun
as it, also, rose
from a dreamy bed.

the morning came too soon
for me today.
i sat, shivering, on my porch
with a burning flame
in one hand
and your heart
in the other.

the morning came too soon
for me today...
and i arrived
too late.

12/28/2001

Posted on 12/28/2001
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