Into The Morning

Into the Morning everything is gone, love and its yearning that keeps heartbeat on. the rivers of time streaming to oldness, that once was prime memories now caress. Yesterdays are waking what's now gone old, now new time's making freshness to unfold. Clouds in going by days in drifting ways, deeps of deepness sky with the coming days. Into caress coming what is unknown still, time in minutes summing some hours to fulfill. Round and round going the clock of years goes by, minutes hours showing to where futures lie.