A Morning Song

Steal me away'til the morrow...
'Til the sun raises its sleepy head...
Let us cast our way upon the winds of today...
And allow for our desires to be fed;

Counting the ways that i shall love thee...
My imagination trembles my minds eye...
Grasping for your hand-needy in my demand-
Quickly- before our very moments fly;

For too soon the morrow arrives...
Breaking our long night into the Dawn...
Ending our 'to be'-the moments of sweet ecstacy...
For with the light of day-i shall be gone;

An Aubade

June 5,2010

poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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