Morning, why do you weave

Shadow amongst the light

with trickery up your sleeve?

You come for me too early,

And far too soon you leave.

You’re uninvited morning

You interrupt the night.

The places you go are these you thieve

You gain in might for what I grieve

My love leaks into your light.

I do adore you morning but

Simply answer me this…

Why is it the stronger you grow

The weaker is my lover’s kiss

And the more of you I know

The more of he I miss?

So morning I implore

Your magic to ascend

Later in the day or even

At that day’s end.




words and art: Belinda Suzette