Blinding Morning Rays
Blinding Morning Rays
From the brink of midnight,
Till sleep indulges me,
To the time of first light,
Morning takes you away,
Is my time in highest place
In this life, with your grace.
The bird song wakes me,
To the blinding morning rays;
Closing my eyes quickly,
Gone in a blink, memory stays;
Day goes slow with one thought;
Brink of midnight, all it sought.
Cheers!
Hammett