The Light Through The Morning Window

THE LIGHT THROUGH THE MORNING WINDOW The light through the morning window The small leaves of the light green tree The pale sky waiting behind everything The night which is gone now. All these failures one after the other, Other names other destinies, greater than mine The single singing I cannot hear The great prophecies I will not realize. Others who are more to me Even than I am to myself. The morning The morning again Words again Trying to live again A poem again perhaps. In a life of many days In which each small day Its own struggle And each night A night which ends With morning light.