Dun Glasses And Elixir Mine

Poem By A. L. Breitling

Morning falls and scrapes its knee,
bangs its head inadvertently, while
casually it noshes on the night’s vile
crumbs and leftover dreams. To me
it seems so silly being there again,
after we both know the trial is over;
the nictitating style of sunlight is a failure
in these eyes, dun glasses and elixir mine.
Sweet lady turn and turn once more,
whisper promises past obligation and demand;
I’m sure my heart will hear your words in time,
if only you will turn and turn before
obsession moves my morning hands
to lift dun glasses and elixir mine.

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