Tis in the morning

Tis in morning I miss you most. When the darkness wakes me from my sleep. When fear jerks me from your side spinning me though the darkness of space,void of all love and friendship.

Tis in the morning when I miss you more than I loved you, as the demons peal the flesh from my skin and the fire rages behind my skull. Your touch, essence and breath in the air calm my soul. Give me peace where I had none,roots where once hardened ground bare no fruit. I miss the soft of your hair as it clouded my eyes with soft butterfly kisses.

Tis in the mornings darkest hour that my soul cries out for your embrace for I have not the strength to face the day alone…. You are my Sunshine….



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