Pale Mornings - TheBlueEyedPoet

This is a poem from my internet friend Ash. I don't know why but this one out of all the poems she's written has been on my mind.

Pale Mornings

I wake up from a deep slumber

Like a bear from hibernation

Eyes full of fading dreams

As I meet the pale morning.

It's too early for the birds

To sing their morning song

The fog creeps in like a cold blanket

White and icy

It grasps me in its freezing fingers

I breathe out

A large puff of heated air

As I walk in the pale morning.

I think about what images danced

In my head the night before

I smile because I know

I dreamed of eyes as pale as the sun rise

Cold as the morning fog

But warm like the sun

Rising to meet the glorious sky

As I daydream in the pale morning.

He is my haunt

The ghost of hopes and wishes

I long to hold his hand

I wonder how his lips taste like

So my heart sighs and prays

That one day, maybe one day

He'll walk besides me

During the pale mornings.

_TheBlueEyedPoet