Waiting for the Morning

I’m up ahead of the sun
Its rays have yet to turn
Yet I wait by the window
My heart grows in a burn
“Come day’s golden light”
I call out to the sky
“Hasten the night’s flight”
My constant cry
Ah, but it’s too early
Too early for my hope
I light my mind with wisdom
With inner brightness to cope

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David Bonifacio

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