The Morning

In Tuesday morning
I saw the birds moarning
From the sadness and sorrows of yesterday
Yesterday tomrrow and everyday
I live and wish for a better day
Away from the sadness and moarning
Each and every morning

Each and every morning
I wake up and start searching
Searching for my lost love
Searching for my lost lenore
Dreamind of her lips days and night
Dreaming of her lovling body each night
I wake up filled with emptyness
Each and everymorning

Each and every morning
We wake up wishing for a better day
Each and every morning I wake up looking for my better day
Looking up to the gods to take us to that day
Not knowing we hold the keys to that better day
With same thoughts same thinking we can never find the way
The way for me and my Lenore to live a better day
Is what I crave for everytime I wake up
To welcome the new morning

As the rain falls down In the month of june
I sit beside my lenore sede by side
Watching the water from the sky
Falling beneath our feet
I stand and wish that this feeling will last forever
This love will never be broken
The I wake up and it was all just a dream
Alone in another morning.

Poet: Onesmo Ndile
Year: 2015