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First light

by Brian Francis

In morning’s twilight hours when the purple hues rain down
The shimmers of the nighttime’s dreams reflect and confound
Moments almost remembered with the morning fade away
awaiting that very first beam marking the beginning of the day
Sorrows often anoint us as we wait for morning’s light
Returning to roost within our minds after the rest of our night
But then when it finally happens, that beam glistens in our eyes
Touched by life’s true power beneath those bright blue skies


Posted on 01/22/2019
Copyright © 2023 Brian Francis

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