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The crystal morning has

                             come around

                 again

I imagine that the sunlight’s

                        beauty

                will shine

                    upon us again

I wait and wait as the

                           sun slowly

                     creeps up

               over the

                    hillside

An awe inspiring sight if ever

                                   I saw one

The beautiful morning sun

                               pierces thru

                                      the clouds

                               and darkness

                   turns into day

I realize that I have

                         a purpose

                    for this new day

The music ever flows in my

                                         heart

                              and I feel

               somber

I let the music fill me

                 from head to toe

I roll thru changes in life

                      over curved

                roads

           and crooked paths

I see the night as a shadow

               of new morning

My own shadow merely

                      follows me

                playfully

I walk along in the cool

                   morning

                       smiling quietly

I am not the least bit tired

             by any of it

I can take in a deep breath

                     of the air

                  as roses

    blossom in my eyes

I simply smile at you as

                   you stand there

                           perplexed

         probably by

               the complexity

            of my soul

I don’t hold it against you

                       that you

         don’t know

                  any better

I could make promises or tell

                              you secrets

                   but what

                        would that

                               accomplish?

I’ll whisper a secret in your ear

                      like a

             sweet white lie

It probably won’t accomplish

                       anything

                but at least

                     we’ll feel good

                   inside

I’ll be ready to tell you secrets

                        and you’ll

           accept my words

               as the morning sun

                     smiles down

                 upon us

February 21, 1986