Morning Thoughts

The sweet smell of my lady's love Her body blending with my own The time when the world is dark and quiet And we're alone The precipice that separates noise from peace A pinch of the ever-evolving magic A precious place combines and still confirms the space A oneness and togetherness There's a morning thought And still a softer morning in March A gift for me, from God with a darling face And papa's eyes and grandma's grace How there the light of immortality shines As wondrous fragile dreams taste light And the slightest breeze for the first time Morning thoughts then evolve as smiles And love, and sunshine, and good morning And morning thoughts of the storm Of lightning flashing through the dawning sky Of grandma's hands and younger days of life's Discovery from behind the veil of her guidance Of the music that forms our historical biography Describing the precious heritage Of the aches and frustrations of city life blues The threats of violence that provides the atmosphere And observations from the balcony of a B movie As all the world's a stage Morning thoughts reveal so much As midnight black gives way to morning cracks from sunshine You see morning as a new day and a new beginning With all of it's bright interpretive promise Shine down then the sunshine on Zimbabwe Shine down on Nicaragua, Liberia, on Poland Wherever a man would dare stand up for change We were born at midnight in the darkest time But surely the first minute of a new day brings new strength Sometime near morning There's a smile I really need A chance to gather our love together And express everything we feel