Morning sense~ by Roxie Marie

The sound of the singer is quiet, she
sat by the water when the sun went down.

In a morning light, red~pink~orange and black, she
rose to inhale a new warm air.

Be strong, or not, be calm, or not, be here said she,
this now and next then.

No wonder feels right, no inspiration appears here,
not now, next when?

There is a meant place for all of the fog, she
knows this gray space.

Reach up and hold on to the only one, who
she believes can create.

Exhale the stale thoughts and shine a light on,
the one dark spot.

Exposed it will be, to you and to all, who
need to move onward.