The morning dawns as though my turning forced the sun its rising
Rays settle on the surface of my eyelid…just one,
The other is caught in the demise of its youth
As i dreamt the frights of yesterday i awakened the skys of tomorrow
listening and repeating the faults i dare to revive
Alas
I live to breathe the air of today and make what was…a memory in a foreign land
My inspiration….mistakes
My topic…poetry
My opinion…stated
Beneath The Canvas 