Morning's Light

It's been said that water seeks its own level,
Which explains my entanglement with you,
Sad, embittered, and mad at the world.
We see the sky from opposite sides,
Yet the view, at times, bleeds through.

We fall apart waiting
For the call that never comes,
Watching our friends die and wondering why
Things are never the way
We were promised they'd be.

Betrayed by a leak of the eye,
How can I trust myself
To deliver the next lie?
Though clearly wasting my days,
I'll tell you everything's alright.

But you've seen that same darkness,
A stark madness in a pool of empty eyes
When the night is otherwise still.
Despair with claws drawn
Is impatiently perched upon the windowsill.

Close the blinds, don't look behind
The pain you were never meant to know.
If you await the morning's light,
Gentle, forgiving, bright,
You'll see that beauty still grows.

© February 2007, Jennifer D. Lac Kamp