Skylark

 I sit in dark , ever awaiting the Skylark 

Until death do us part , i think of you , i wait for the tune and sing along with birds and let the early morning due settle.

A heavy sigh of relief, as the sun kisses mine and your cheeks.

For once stillness is something to be desired, you lay looking so tired. I feel a subtle breeze, its enough for me to make tea. 

A helpful cup of early grey is enough to rest the nightmares at bay, but not enough for you to let go. There's a surely bright world ahead you already know.

For what we live now will only be for short, but for what iam certain this early morning feeling can not be taught.

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