Morning Night

The morning night, A red horizon Past the prime, Into the dark. Always toward A fiery breaking, Back into My longing heart. Across the land, Across the oceans, Across the flat, Green mountains, sea. All flying past, These words of longing, Intertwined With dreams to be. Breaking between Two hearts, just hours, As fleeting as A sunrise beam. Or looking at A full moon rising, Fleeting as The morning steam. So wait for me, Down past the morning, I'll see you when, You see the night. I'll wait for you, Down past the darkness, And greet you with, The morning light.